This is Georgo ( Yergo) the brother to Paul's grandma. He lived to be 100. We last saw him 3 years ago and his generosity is most remembered by the children who were 8 and 4 at the time. He has a kafenion( traditional cafe) that also sells cookies, candy and chips. When the kids would come to visit he would tell them to choose whatever they wanted to. Can you imagine how big that is to a child? They usually chose a bag of chips. They still remember him and probably always will. He died last year.
Today was the 9 month memorial. It struck me how supported the family is during the year after a death. Most families don black for at least 40 days and sometimes the whole year. This is an outward showing of respect but it also seems to alert others that someone close to them died. Has anyone died in your life? Remember driving around in a car or walking into store and wanting to tell someone,"Hey, my dad just died, or my dog had to be put to sleep or my grandma died today?" The black serves as that purpose as well.
|Picture of Georgo with son Thanassi in|
the background at Georgo's kafenion.
A number of memorial services (mnimosino) will be held after the death. The 40 days service ‘ta
saranta” is held on the Sunday nearest to 40 days after the death. The 40 day service is usually
well attended, often more so than the funeral as many of those who were unable to attend the
funeral due to the short notice, will attend the 40 day service to pay their respects.
There is also a 3 month, 6 month, 9 month and one year memorial service. Thereafter yearly.
At the church memorial service the family place a photograph of the deceased at the front of the
church and each mourner lights a candle as they enter the church. After the service the family
line up and people file past to offer their condolences. from http://www.livingincrete.net/bereavement2.html
|after the memorial, cousins playing ball in the kafenion. Play is the universal language- apparently we are also|
learning that Minecraft is also a universal language.
|Traditional bread handed out. These used to be stamped |
by the church,
now it appears they a
are made by stores or bakeries.
|Stella broke her arm in church last night! The kids signed her cast. Can you imagine the night before a memorial, when she has so much do, she breaks her arm!|
Below, Mano is eating Koliva- Stella told us about the Koliva. The ingredients are boiled wheat, pomegranates, chick pea powder, almonds, powdered sugar, brown sugar, honey, granulated sugar, a small amount of parsley, raisins. She told us that it is nourishing and sweet at a time that is sad. On a different note Paul said there is a saying, " If somebody runs toward a line for something, people will often say, "What the heck are they giving out -koliva?" Here's some info about the name of Koliva . It’s interesting to note that the Orthodox Church often uses the phrase ‘fallen asleep’ in place of died as a reminder of the resurrection and promise of eternal life. We see this reflected also in our English word cemetery comes from the Greek κοιμητήριον or sleeping place and the Feast of the Dormition of the Theotokos in August which is, in Greek, Κοίμησις Θεοτόκου (Kimisis) or falling asleep.(http://www.pappaspost.com/remembering-those-who-have-passed-koliva-made-easy-by-the-greek-vegan-kiki-vagianos/)
|Manoli eating Koliva|
After the Memorial-
This is where Paul attended school when he came to Greece! Unfortunately the school has closed due to lack of children. Had it been open, we would have enrolled the kiddos in this sweet, village school. The children below are 1. a friend of 2. Coola, Thanassi and Haroula's 2nd born 3. Georgo, their 3rd. These are cousins.
|Coola helping Mano on the monkey bars. Theo watching. Paul used to play here too!|
|The beautiful children of Rodopou|
The Bakery- We strolled up to the bakery
|There is a very old bakery in Crete. Paul is with the daughter and her father.|
The bakery may be open for another year, after that it will close. There is
no one to take over. Slowly the old ways are dying off.
|cookies to drink with coffee|
|This is where generations have kneaded dough|
|fourno or oven where bread is baked|