Friday, March 27, 2015

Eight years without Steve X, now what?

Steve Xanttopoulos
Today I am thinking about my dad Steve Xanttopoulos, who passed on March 27, 2007.  He was a devoted father -- very handsome in his  youth and quite a character in his later years. Some people might remember that he measured his life by how many St. Basil's Food Festivals he was involved in (47) and how many priests he had worked with (17). UnfortunatelyFather Peter didn't make the cut...

The Xanttopoulos family story is written in more detail here HERE (and referenced in other blogposts) -- beginning with how Steve came to the USA in 1929 with his mother Paraskevoula and sister Faith to be reunited with his father Xanthoulis Xanthopoulos, who had come ahead to San Francisco in 1920. They came from Naousa, which had been liberated from the Ottoman Empire just a few years earlier. (We celebrate March 25th based on the  1832 liberation of the bottom half of Greece, but things were very different in Macedonia.)

Steve Xanttopoulos was very proud of his Greek heritage. Naousa was a recurring theme when he talked about The Old Country, memories predicated on patriotic notions scarred by the grave economic hardships of the times (pre-Austerity austerity, a recurring theme in modern Greek history). That is the quintessential Greek immigrant story of the early 20th Century, with a variety of happy and sometimes not so happy endings in America -- though as the years pass and new generations are born, the details start to either fade or take on a life of their own. (That is why Genealogy and Family Trees are so important!)

Xanthoulis Xanthopoulos
My dad's brother Gus and sister Mary Xanttopulos were born in San Francisco and Stockton, respectively. Most of the "Early Years" story remains murky, though records show that Xanthoulis Xanthopoulos had a candy/hat cleaning store at 1590 Ellis in San Francisco and died of cancer there on April 26, 1941, at Laguna Honda Hospital. He is buried at Greek Orthodox Memorial Park (Colma). 

Even less is known to us about Papou X. pre-San Francisco.  The too few official documents that we have were saved by my dad. Other clues are scarce...but lead to a town in Eastern Thrace that was then part of the Ottoman Empire and is now part of modern Turkey, and not far from the Black Sea.

My father might be surprised to know that today I am also thinking about his father...because of all my grandparents, he is the one who still begs the question: "Who was that man?" I am determined to find out. I think Steve would be OK with that.

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Zito Hellas & Barba Dimitri on March 25th!

Came up NE 2nd Avenue last night, to the Greek Orthodox Church of Annunciation in North Miami‎, the one that reminds me so much of the Old Country. It's about a 30 to 40-minute bus ride, plus a 10-minute walk -- and it was a night-time foray, but on a very special night. Orthros was being celebrated on the eve of the church's feast day. And, of course, the night before Greek Independence day.
I was promised lots of priests and I got seven, including Father Spiro from Miami's St. Sophia mother church.  It was a beautiful service -- complete with chanting in several languages (including Romanian and Russian, Father Roman Galben was born in the Ukraine), a grand Panayia icon procession, the blessing of many loaves, a compelling sermon on the role of the Theotoko, and a nice group photo-op. (Should I mention the priest talking on his cellphone in the alter before the service started?)  
But here is the best part: an 80-year-old alter boy!was flabbergasted and amazed to see my usual table-mate at Sunday coffee hours -- a sweet, quiet elderly gentleman -- emerge from the alter in his street clothes to process with the candlestick. No robes, just a stoic look of duty served. Guess the usual kids -- except the ever-present and dutiful Kosta -- were doing their homework. So this loyal church member had jumped right in. 
Mr. Dimitri later told me that he is ‎from Kolinas near Trikala, coming to Chicago in 1952 at age 18 and to Miami in 1957 -- well before the first liturgy was celebrated at the North Miami spin-off church in 1965.  He said, furthermore (and without prompting), that he is 80 and 1/2 years-old. And clearly very proud of that and of his heritage.  

And that, my friends, is the meaning of Zito Hellas.