My Story
WHERE IT ALL BEGAN
Every family has a story that shapes everything that comes after it. Mine starts in Aleppo, Syria, with a man named Morris Sitt — my grandfather.
Morris was one of five brothers, and he was the first to make the journey to America. He arrived with nothing but a sample case full of linens and the kind of work ethic that did not need a name because it was simply who he was. He walked the streets of New York, door to door, selling linens out of that case. He opened linen stores on Fifth Avenue. He built a life. And one by one, his brothers followed him here.
He was a man who loved his wife deeply and loved life in a way that was contagious to everyone around him. In the 1940s, he made his first trip to the Orient to explore new business opportunities. He was always moving forward. Always building. That drive did not skip a generation.