Remembering Papou George Sarris

Recently I was with someone who said he was waiting for his woman companion to work the room so they could leave -- he had been ready to go for awhile. Immediately, I remembered the many times when my grandparents George and Eugenia Sarris would be leaving from somewhere, or so Papou thought. There he would be waiting, with his coat on and hat in hand -- he had some great grey fedoras -- while my grandmother continued to work the room. He was a man of few words: "Evghenia!"



George N. Sarris

It is easy to remember my Papou, as he was a great if quiet influence on our lives: cook par excellence at home and at the Palace Candy Store (my brothers are carrying on the tradition), self-made agronomist and animal husbandry guy in the tradition of Greek villages, and carpenter-plumber. He grew vegetables and fruit (like the yummy blackberries that grew along the fence), raised chickens and rabbits, and built/repaired things we needed -- all in his 2-part backyard or garage on 1633 W. Alpine. To me, there was no more exciting place to snoop around in than that garage -- and I still have a few of his hand-tools.  If he ever was angry enough to yell at you, you knew that you were in serious trouble!

Papou also mowed his own lawn and some of the neighbors' lawns. I can still picture him working in extreme heat with a handkerchief tied around his neck (or on his head) and his strong, bare arms glistening with sweat. Every time I see gardenias in the backyard of my building in Miami, I remember the gardenias and oregano growing in large pots on their front porch.

Last, but certainly not least, George Sarris was omnipresent in the foyer of St. Basil's Church on Stanislaus Street at the end of his life, taking care of the candles -- while actually having been one of the Founding Fathers of that church as Greek-Americans got settled in Stockton in the 20's and 30's. He left his village Kiparissi, Lakonias, (accesible only by sea) in 1910 along with others looking for a better life...

Quiet, industrious, strong-minded, dependable, gentle, not showy -- that was my Papou.

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Steve, Faith & March 25th

(Reprinted from The Basilian -- March 2013, Stockton, CA)

"Family Memories & Histories, Let’s Not Forget Them!"
By Paula Xanthopoulou

Steve & Faith

March 1st would have been my dad Steve Xanttopoulos’ 93rd birthday and on March 25th we celebrate Greek Independence Day. In that spirit, here is a photo of my father (about 6 years-old?) and his sister Faith in traditional costumes taken in Naoussa circa 1926, about 3 years before they would land in San Francisco. They may have feared leaving all and everything they knew behind, even for the States -- but they lived their American Dreams to the fullest, primarily as part of the Greek community in Stockton, California.

While I live in Miami, Florida, I find that my heart is very often in Stockton – where I lived with my parents through graduation from UOP in 1967. Indeed, I have just been invited to my 50th Stagg High School reunion in September. Yikes!

Stockton is where my family memories are, especially as members of St. Basil’s Greek Orthodox Church – where my parents Angeline (Sarris) and Steve Xanttopoulos were married in 1942, where my brothers (George and Bill) and I were baptized, and where my parents’ funeral services were held in 2002 and 2007. More recently, I was moved during the special services for receiving the holy relic of St. Basil, truly someone to look up to.

Our lives growing up revolved around the church. I remember the Friday nights before Easter -- at the church on Stanislaus Street – when it was me and my Mom singing the hymns while she played the organ. I loved Greek School (despite getting carsick each time we drove across town), and my favorite Sunday School teachers were Zoi Arvanitis and Harriet Frances. My mother was a devoted, all-purpose volunteer/organizer, especially for the making of festival pastries. My father typically counted the years of his life according to the number of St. Basil’s priests he had worked with (Father Luke was #17) and the number of festivals he had worked on (47). They would have loved being at Festival #50 and at my nephew Alex’s recent wedding in Virginia.


Church Ladies 1965

Recently I came across my parent’s Wedding License. It was signed by my dad’s uncle, Christ Huntalas, and by George Lekos, who would later become my godfather; it was also signed by Rev.D. Smyrnopoulos. I have also saved a photo of certain Stockton Greek Church Ladies visiting Father Smyrnopoulos in retirement somewhere near Athens in 1965; they were (from left-to-right) my grandmothers Pauline Xanttopulos and Evghenia Sarris, Agapi Eliopoulos(back), Pauline's sister Eleni Huntalas, and my aunt Faith Pappas. In 1974, I went with Aunt Faith and Uncle Pete Pappas to visit Kiparissi, Lakonias, where Uncle Pete and my grandfather George Sarris were born; we had to go by boat, since there was no road until 1980. Almost 40 years later (last November), I finally went back to that village; this time by the bus that goes there twice-a-week. And while in Stockton this past Christmas, I spoke about Kiparissi with Andy Pappas as we reminisced about his dad and our “Uncle George,” Pete’s brother. In some ways, we came full circle…

I having been collecting documents, stories, information and photos of my family on both sides for some time because I feel a strong obligation to do what I can so that their stories and history not be forgotten – and also because it’s part of a bigger story of Greeks in Stockton and their own histories in the “The Old Country.” I sincerely hope that others have been doing the same.

Hronia polla, kai kala!

On Corned Beef & Cabbage and More...

Today had me thinking of corned beef and cabbage. My mother made it for us on occasion, not necessarily St. Patrick's Day.  She loved to try new recipes, and there were some other not-so-Greek items on the menu at 2445 Gardena Avenue. Sauteed pork chops and Rice-a-Roni (cooked with chicken broth), for example, were a popular staple -- but always with a green salad of lettuce, cucumbers, tomatoes, red onions and finished with oregano, Greek olive oil and Barengo Red Wine Vinegar. Hold the feta.

Clam chowder, Manhattan-style (red, not white), was a specialty in keeping with a tradition stemming from my Papou George Sarris. He was a cook in his early years in Crockett and then at the Palace Candy Store. It was the Kron's of Stockton -- hand-made chocolates, my Yiayia Sarris worked on those -- with a diner-like restaurant, located next to the old Fox Theater on Main Street and owned by his sister Sophia and her husband Bill Demakopoulos.  I have fond, if somewhat grainy, memories visiting my Papou back in the kitchen and then sitting in one of the padded booths with my Mom to eat turkey w/mashed potatoes and gravy -- very cool! 

In his later years, Papou made the clam chowder every Friday night at the house on Alpine Street, where we would congregate along with the Nick Demas Family. The recipe for that soup can be found on page 50 of the recently-published St. Basil's Church "International Cookbook." And, yes, the soup will not be right if you rush it.

And what about Mom's Jello Salad -- normally made with green jello, cottage cheese or cool whip, and crushed pineapple?  She often brought that to family Thanksgivings and wherever else it was requested. I love that jello and should make it more often.

Looking through my Mom's collection of hand-written recipes, I see a few more not-so-Greek ones, like "Lee's Crab Mix."  That would be her pal Lee Howard -- and it was a crab salad with 4 cracked crabs, mayonnaise, garlic, lemon juice, and sherry. My mother loved crab, and from her I learned to eat the stuff in the carcass as well as the legs. In the good old days, we used to shop for crabs at the Busalacchi Fish Market on Channel Street that had sawdust on the floor (and was unfortunately torn down in 1963).  We also got beautiful halibut steaks there that she baked with oil, lemon juice, and the ubiquitous oregano most probably grown by my Papou on his front porch.

It didn't matter what kind of food we were served -- as long as it was cooked by Mom or Yiayia or Papou. You know what I mean!

Kudos to Jim Lucas!

I have been very excited to learn how devoted my patrioti Jim Lucas ( also from Stockton, son of Harriett and Jerry Lucas) is to the history of Greek-Americans.  His focus is San Francisco, and to that end is the founder of www.sanfranciscogreeks.com: "Over the years Jim has built web sites for churches, cathedrals, and ministries of the Greek Orthodox Church. He is active with many organizations. Jim's work with the community has one central theme: Unity." Bravo!

In addition, Jim is a mover-and-shaker with the Greek Historical Society of the San Francisco Bay Area, and they have a Facebook page. The group will again be participating in the San Francisco History Expo this weekend. It brings local and neighborhood history groups together under one roof -- an opportunity for people of all ages to learn about San Francisco history though presentations, photographs, artifacts, children's activities, and historical reenactments. The Expo is taking place this Saturday (11 am - 5 pm) and Sunday (11 am - 4 pm) , March 2nd and 3rd, at The Old Mint at 88 5th Street at Mission.  Check it out if you are in San Francisco, admission is FREE.

The next "Monthly Meeting & Family History Interview"of the Greek Historical Society will take place on March 9th, 10 am - 1 pm, at Annunciation Cathedral at 245 Valencia Street. Anyone with an interest in Greek-American history is invited to attend. I will be there in spirit!

The Loukoumatha Machine

Spent about 6 hours last weekend at the St. Sophia Greek Orthodox Church festival here in Miami; it was the 35th Edition...I have always considered the St. Basil's Greek Festival as the gold standard of Greek church festivals, but St. Sophia is moving rapidly up the list. 

I discovered that for the third year, free and very popular cooking lessons were being offered.  They have been organized by the tireless Renee de Ramirez (with Salonika roots!), who also developed a very informative book on CD for $5 benefiting the church. There were a total of 12 lessons over 3 days -- including recipe handouts, samples and wine tastings. Something different and tasty was the Fennel/Eggplant Salad. Excellent program, I couldn't stay away.

The ouzo slushes available at the bar have, of course, a special place in my heart.  But I was especially taken with The Loukoumatha Machine. Yes, a mechanized way to mix the dough and drop the right amount into bubbling cooking oil.  And voila! Dozens of loukoumathes to fish out and drain in a colander layered with paper towels, then the syrup and cinnamon.  Brought back many memories...



The volunteer cook above did not know the origin of the machine. Was it invented for loukoumathes or donuts or what? In any case, it definitely made the cooking easier and faster for bigger quantities -- not to mention quite a show. No more mixing bowls of sticky dough or frying on hot plates while the customers wait.  What would Yiayia Sarris think about all that?

As I ate my little bowl of loukoumathes, I remembered New Year's Eve at my grandparents house circa 1958-60.  We kids spent it there along with Bishop Demetrios, who would come to Stockton the day before St. Basil's Day and to the house for a snack and loukoumathes. Then we would watch "Gunsmoke" and the Bishop would fall asleep in the rocking/easy chair.  We'd snicker quietly, my Yiayia would wake him up, and my Aunt Libby would drive him (always nattily attired in his black cassock, fedora and bishop's staff) to the Hotel Stockton. Those were the days...