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Re: MEMORIES....

Postby repulsewarrior » Sat Dec 06, 2014 10:33 pm

...one of my earliest recollections is the one lightbulb we had in the house that glowed (7w), it was a marvel because it needed no tending, unlike the lanterns the ran on white gas.
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Re: MEMORIES....

Postby GreekIslandGirl » Sat Dec 06, 2014 11:11 pm

miltiades wrote:The journey from Stroumbi to Ktima would take about 2 hours by bus, the road was very narrow, steep and narrow at times and quite treacherous all those years ago. The local leoforio would leave early in the morning, making stops along the way to pick up passengers from other villages.



I remember that treacherous road through the mountains, in the early 60s, to get from Polis to Ktima. I used to sit in the front of my dad's Chevrolet truck between my parents as my dad wound his way to get us there for some shopping or for some appointment with a specialist that couldn't be found in Polis.

Polis was really cut off from the rest of .... erm .... civilisation. :D
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Re: MEMORIES....

Postby Nikitas » Sun Dec 07, 2014 12:47 am

My first and only visit to Polis was in 1977 when I took my fiancee on a tour of the free areas. Even now it seems like the edge of Cyprus.

Memories of Paphos include a really salty sun dried goat meat, Tsamarella. Do people still make that?
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Re: MEMORIES....

Postby miltiades » Sun Dec 07, 2014 4:24 am

Nikitas wrote:My first and only visit to Polis was in 1977 when I took my fiancee on a tour of the free areas. Even now it seems like the edge of Cyprus.

Memories of Paphos include a really salty sun dried goat meat, Tsamarella. Do people still make that?


Tsamarela as well as Lardi are still made in some villages, Christmas time it was customary to slaughter the pigs, make the Loukanika and Lardi and many more varieties, meat would be stored in large containers covered in lard to preserve the meat since no fridges were available then.

Strange how, Cyprus being so small, yet many customary foods made in Paphos are not known elsewhere on the island. Everyone knows Flaounes but not everyone knows Paskies, an Easter meat pie always made at Easter time.
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Re: MEMORIES....

Postby Paphitis » Sun Dec 07, 2014 4:51 am

Nikitas wrote:My first and only visit to Polis was in 1977 when I took my fiancee on a tour of the free areas. Even now it seems like the edge of Cyprus.

Memories of Paphos include a really salty sun dried goat meat, Tsamarella. Do people still make that?


Oh for crying out loud, you guys have no idea what isolated actually means.

If you can drive from Polis to Paphos in under 2 hours then that is not isolated. try driving for 2 days just to get to the next town. Can you comprehend that?
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Re: MEMORIES....

Postby miltiades » Sun Dec 07, 2014 9:25 am

Paphitis wrote:
Nikitas wrote:My first and only visit to Polis was in 1977 when I took my fiancee on a tour of the free areas. Even now it seems like the edge of Cyprus.

Memories of Paphos include a really salty sun dried goat meat, Tsamarella. Do people still make that?


Oh for crying out loud, you guys have no idea what isolated actually means.

If you can drive from Polis to Paphos in under 2 hours then that is not isolated. try driving for 2 days just to get to the next town. Can you comprehend that?


We are talking about years ago. Most certainly then it was. The mode of transport, though reliable and economic, was rather slow. Pre earthquake, nobody in Stroumbi had a car, bicycles too. A short distance trip took ages to complete. There was the village Leoforio, if not mistaken I think it was a Bedford. Live animals being taken to the Ktima Pantopolio for sale were also ...passengers. People would actually wave goodbye to their folks waving a white handkerchief !

I actually recall a couple from the village who were emigrating to Australia, maybe in 1951-52, the entire village came to a complete standstill the day they boarded the leoforio to take them to Ktima and from there to the port of departure.
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Re: MEMORIES....

Postby Nikitas » Tue Dec 09, 2014 6:24 pm

Paphitis, we are talking about the scale of the island, not putting it as universal standard. When you could go from Nicosia to Famagusta in one hour, and it took eight hours to reach Paphos, then Paphos seemed (comparatively speaking) isolated.

Lysi, the vllage in the middle of the Nicosia-Famagusta old road was a midway stop for rest in the 50s. Liner taxis would stop for a coffee and a rest break after 18 miles! Scarinou was the midway stop for Nicosia-Limassol travel, to recover after a fatiguing 27 miles in the car!
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Re: MEMORIES....

Postby miltiades » Wed Dec 10, 2014 10:13 am

A kindly elderly English lady ( at 7 years old any one over 20 is ...elderly) collected the four of us in he Morris Minor to take us to the Limassol Pediki Stegi.

She spoke a little Greek, enough to make her self understood, asking if my 11 year old sister who was constantly coughing had a cold. Alas I do not even remember her name, but her kindness and compassion will always be remembered.

That was the first time any of us had travelled outside of Paphos, the journey took ages making a stop at Pissouri for refreshments. I remember feeling embarrased to get out of the car wearing just one singular shoe, the other crushed in the earthquake. It was September the 13th, Sunday, 3 days after the earthquake.

We stopped at the gates of the orphanage where our arrival was met with love and a lot of care. Maria, picked me up and hugged me rushing to find me a pair of shoes. Marcia, an older girl took my sister by the hand and led her into the main building while Kiria Ioanna, the principal, took my younger 5 year old brothers hand gently stroking his head.

Older brother, 13 years old , was old enough to care for himself.....
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