About a week before I received a call from Chrisostomos Sofianou, some of you might remember him from his days as the Minister of Education during the Makarios era. I kept in touch with him over the years although the last time I saw him was around 16 years ago when he came to my daughters wedding. His family and mine were very close and mutual respect was at a high level. CS has written a number of books and he is now working on a book covering the 1953 earthquake that struck our village. As he told me, once we older men and women ...depart there will be no-one around to describe that horrid event of September 10th 1953. He wanted my "take" on the events of that day. I now know that he spoke to Kokos and told him that Akis was around hense the call from my childhood mate. Im sentimental and I love my childhood memories apart if course from the tragic day of the earthquake.
Back then communities interacted much more than they do today after all there was no tv, radio, phones and all other occupational interests that we have today.
Children played simple games one such was climbing a tree or hide and seek, marbles, ligri, scatoullika and other .
We were happy just doing that, i wouldn't change it for the world. My father was a master tailor, a disciplinarian, never swore and was a well respected member of the community although he was one of the very few communists. He was imprisoned in the late 30s by the British as communism was then a criminal offence. He served 18 months of his 3 year sentence sharing a cell with Tefkros Anthias , a well known Cypriot poet.
As one gets older one naturally reminisces and develops interests that he or she previously did not have.
May I add that I still have interest in areas that I always have had one being my red and the other .......