Miami Stories

The Miami Stories initiative collects stories about Miami’s past, present, and future. Through this oral history project, HistoryMiami Museum documents life in the Magic City through both written submissions and audio recordings, which are preserved in the museum’s archive, and shared online and through local media outlets.


Your Story Matters


How did you or your family get to Miami?

When do you feel like a Miamian?

What would you miss if you left Miami?

What makes Miami, Miami?

What do you see for Miami’s future?

Click here to submit your story today!



Miami Stories Recording Booth



The Miami Stories Recording Booth allows the museum to capture audio stories at local events.


For more information about booking the Miami Stories Recording Booth, see the Recording Booth Information Sheet or contact us at




Explore the Miami Stories Archives



Click here to access the Miami Stories Audio Archive




Lilian Zayas Llanos

I was born in the Oriente Province of Cuba in 1953. I came to the United States when I was 12 years old and my family settled in Hialeah. My parents bought the house that they still live in today, and we started our business in Hialeah in 1968… Read More

Serge Toussaint

I was born in Port-au-Prince, Haiti, on August 15, 1963. I grew up there, but came to the United States at the age of 12. I lived in New York City until I came to Miami in 1994 on vacation with my dad and sister. I ended up staying. Read More

Lauriane Werlau

My grandparents, Cecil and Gertrude Bremner, along with their three daughters, Cecilia (Scanlon), 10; Frances (May), 5; and Lauraine (Durrance), 3, left Aberdeen, Scotland, in 1949 to start a new life in Miami. My grandparents both worked at Fraser Refinishers furniture store on Northwest 27th Avenue. My mother, Cecilia, graduated… Read More

Suzy Battle

I was born in 1968 in Coral Gables. I have a twin brother and we were the biggest twins born in Doctor’s Hospital ever. We moved to Kendall and I still live in the 10-block radius where I grew up. I had been a banker for 20 years but in… Read More

Armando Mendez

On Christmas Day, 1961, I lost my innocence. Instead of waking up to presents given by loving parents, family and friends, I received goodbyes from aunts, uncles, cousins, school friends, my dog, my town, my school, my parents and my grandmother. In my suitcase, I packed my memories. Would I… Read More