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Last night, a Saturday night, which was a good Kastro bar night, Yiannis “ZORO” Rafaelidis died. Yiannis was ill for a while. He was buried this Sunday afternoon.

He would take it easy, get his pension and start fishing more and he would start organizing parties again and talk and talk because that is what Yiannis liked, talk to people, get to know them. That was his thing and that is why the famous Kastro bar that he owned was so successful.

Zoro was a great plumber and his sons Thodoris and Stelios followed in his footsteps and took over the business. Yiannis was thankful for that and he started making his plans. He wanted a website about Kastro bar. The beginning is there. John Gill set it up for him and loaded up many photos of that wonderful time between the end of 1970’s and the middle 1990’s. The history of the bar is there. The link is here; Kastro bar

Zoro will be missed by many many people.

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(Photo made by Costas Andreou)

It is really a coincidence that today I am writing about this incredible woman and it is International Woman’s Day. I personally think that every day should be a day that women are paid equal in the workplace, are treated with the same respect as men and have the same right to speak up about issues that they are dealing with. We don’t need a day for that and there is still a long way to go.

The woman I will speak about here was a wife, a mother, and a sister. She was not thinking about equal rights when she grew up, she just got on with it but oh boy she suffered quite a bit growing up. Working all day on the land, bearing children, trying to make a living with very little money. For her, family was everything and that was her right, just as it is a right that every woman has to choose how she wants to live and work. Nobody can say anything about that.

Last week one of the most gentle, generous people died on Skopelos.
Kyria Margarita Gripioti died after a stroke. Fortunately she did not suffer long. She reached the age of 87 years. I would have liked her around a couple of more years but it was not to be. She was tired.

For this woman many, many years nothing was too much. She helped the whole neighborhood and was always present when work needed to be done in the churches surrounding her house (there are about eight!) I am happy I saw her a couple of days before she died. She complained that her feet were hurting…

Many people said goodbye to her during the funeral and that must have been of some comfort to her relatives who are left behind. I will never forget her and her beautiful laugh. I have written about Margarita Gripioti before on skopelosnews and want to share this memory with you one more time. Her presence around Christos church will be missed very much.

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This is Kyria Margarita Gripioti or auntie as I can call her. When I (Daphne) came to Skopelos for the first time I stayed in her best room with a wonderful view along Christos church to the sea. We could not understand each other at the time and she made it difficult for me to accept the room because she wanted more money than I could pay but in the end we closed the deal mainly because of the view the room had. On my bedroom wall were beautiful plates and a big mirror. I know for sure that this room was used for name days and parties. When I came down for a coffee later I found a young man in the kitchen having his supper. He was one of her sons and he is the best friend of my husband (much later)

Margarita is a widow and she has difficulty walking nowadays and a great part of her day is spend in the churches that surround the Christos church. There are about eight and she has the key for at least three. Candles have to be lit, the floors have to be clean and in general the churches need to be ready for any event.

I used to organize town walks and she was one of the few ladies I could count on to open a church for me and show it to my visitors. I never forget the evening when I arrived with a mixed group of Greeks and Spaniards and she told me it was too late to show the church. Many churches, mainly the smaller ones, don’t have electricity. I looked at her and begged her to open one. She took a look at the group and me and went to the nearest church. We waited outside and she came back with a handful of small lighted candles, everybody took one and in we went! One of the Greeks was the son of a priest and he started singing/chanting quietly when we were all inside. Margarita followed his song and after it was finished we all thanked her for her kindness. An unforgettable memory because of Kyria Margarita.

Kyria Margarita an actor and singer in one of the SIFFY films, KEFI. She starts singing from 2.50 minutes.

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Popi

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(Popi on the left)

March in Greece means that you need to wear a March bracelet/βραχιόλι του Μάρτη and who else except Popi would think of that. My daughter came home with one bracelet for her and one for me.
Popi made them for us and God knows for how many more people .
Popi is a real friend who cares for everybody, thinks of everybody and especially thinks of children. She is never on the foreground but my God she is a force of strength. When you think back in time about people that leave their mark on your life, like teachers etc. Popi is the one for me who has made a difference.
A great, caring and loving friend!

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The March bracelets/βραχιόλι του Μάρτη

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Margarita

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Yesterday my (Daphne) mother-in-law died after a long sick-bed.
Margarita raised 3 children and 8 grandchildren. When my kids were babies I would leave them with her with strict instructions about their diet and no matter how many hours I would be away she took care of them. There was never any complaint. She was always glad to see the children and would praise and admire them over and over again.The fact that her son married a foreign woman was never a problem. She accepted me from the start.
She was the strongest pillar of our family. She did not finish the elementary school but managed to learn to sew very well and this work brought in the extra money they needed in the family.

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When she got sick she moved into her eldest daughter’s house and there we took care of her. We would watch her in shifts until the eldest daughter would come home from work. When needed we would hire extra help.

The last few weeks we saw that the end was near and now that she is gone we are very sad but also feel thankful that she has been spared further suffering.

Here on Skopelos you have to order the coffin (one size) locally and because the man who has the coffins his truck broke down we had to get the coffin ourselves. A cousin with a truck went with us to pick it up.
To start preparations for the funeral my mother in law was bathed and dressed and placed in the coffin. The coffin stands on 2 chairs in the living room. The whole night people have visited and said goodbye to her. The wake will last until we bury her this afternoon. Margarita has her best clothes on which she selected by herself when she was still alive.

During the night her face was covered. In the morning we removed the cover. A lighted candle stands next to her. When that is finished we place a new candle and light the new candle with the old. The leftover from the candle is placed in the coffin.

Early this morning we went to a church and let the bells ring so people hear that somebody has died. For me this was a beautiful moment letting people know about our loss. A neighbour volunteered to ring the bell later on again. The bells serve their purpose. Times before the telephone were as efficient to let people know what was happening.

After we sorted the paperwork out we went to the grave yard to pick out a grave. As you probably know greek people stay buried for about 3 years and get dug up again and some bones are placed in a small box which is placed in a church or the bones house on the cemetery. We had a choice of 4 graves.

It will be difficult to move the coffin out of the house when the time comes so she will probably leave the house through a window. We will carry her to the church. She will go in through one door and will leave through the other door. A truck will pick her up somewhere in the village so we don’t have to carry her all the way to the cemetery.

Margarita was a fantastic greek mother, grandmother, sister and aunt. You can say a lot about greek mothers, that they are overbearing, spoiling and pampering children and grand children but a more unselfish person like Margarita I have never met. The only thing she wanted was that you were ok and she did not like to be alone. She was the most happy with company.

We hope she will be in great company where ever she is now.

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Kyria Margarita

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(Photo made by Costas Andreou)

This is Kyria Margarita Gripioti or auntie as I can call her. When I (Daphne) came to Skopelos for the first time I stayed in her best room with a wonderful view along Christos church to the sea. We could not understand each other at the time and she made it difficult for me to accept the room because she wanted more money than I could pay but in the end we closed the deal mainly because of the view the room had. On my bedroom wall were beautiful plates and a big mirror. I know for sure that this room was used for name days and parties. When I came down for a coffee later I found a young man in the kitchen having his supper. He was one of her sons and he is the best friend of my husband (much later)

Margarita is a widow and she has difficulty walking nowadays but and a great part of her day is spend in the churches that surround the Christos church. There are about 8 and she has the key for at least 3. Candles have to be lit, the floors have to be clean and in general the churches need to be ready for any event.

I used to organize town walks and she was one of the few ladies I could count on to open a church for me and show it to my visitors. I never forget the evening when I arrived with a mixed group of Greeks and Spaniards and she told me it was too late to show the church. Many churches, mainly the smaller ones, don’t have electricity. I looked at her and begged her to open one. She took a look at the group and me and went to the nearest church. We waited outside and she came back with a handful of small lighted candles, everybody took one and in we went! One of the Greeks was the son of a priest and he started singing quietly when we were all inside. Margarita followed his song and after it was finished we all thanked her for her kindness. An unforgettable memory because of Kyria Margarita

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