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 written stories, video submissions, and audio recordings, which are preserved in the museum’s archive, and shared online and through local media outlets.
Your Story Matters
HistoryMiami Museum accepts written stories and video submissions on a rolling basis. We welcome written stories between 800-1,000 words and video stories under 5 minutes about life in Miami. We encourage storytellers to submit a photo with their written story. To submit a written story, complete the Miami Stories Submission Form. To submit a video story, click on the video story link.
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?
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 firstname.lastname@example.org.
Explore the Miami Stories Archives
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Click here to access the Miami Stories Audio Archive
“I need shoes, Caridad, shoes! Stick some in there, we have to go!” Enrique Moya was hurriedly preparing his wife and children for the ordeal that he knew they were all about to go through. Desperately preparing a bag of essentials while his wife packed some clothes, the look on… Read More
Recently, everyone in my family came down with a nasty cold/flu that has been going through Miami like a wildfire in the Everglades. We were walking around like sniffling, bleary-eyed zombies addicted to Kleenex and Theraflu. Pitiful. On a Saturday, after struggling all week with over-the-counter medications, my wife… Read More
It was always exciting when a buela would tell me that she needed to go downtown for the day. This meant she had business to attend to at “ El Refugio,” the Cuban Assistance Center. This also meant that we would do a little shopping. As a reward for helping her translate and… Read More
Every time I see that bumper sticker—“Florida Native”—a ripple of envy and irritation flutters in my chest. It’s a rare and exotic club to which I will never belong because I’m one of those folks who have been flooding into Florida at the rate of 1,000 a week for the… Read More
We came to Florida in 1952 to join my mother’s parents, who had moved here in 1950 to escape the cold winters of Newark, N.J. My parents sold their luncheonette in Newark, packed up the 1949 cordovan Plymouth station wagon, and we drove down in March. No Interstate 95… Read More