“If it ever snows here, I’m going to take off.”

My yia yia began handing out copies of the following recently (click to enlarge), a long-time-coming reunion between my great grandmother, Canellio Constas, and her kid brother, Christopher Geracimos. I decided it was worth sharing a little history with those interested, given the commonality of the last names (and many others related to Goritsa google searches) I’m finding on the net (it was, after all, a small village at the time). My proofreading skills weren’t, back then, what they are now (I may have been speaking by June 17th of that year, but don’t remember much about it), else I would have caught some of the errors that, to this day, find their way into Post-Standard newsprint.

A few asides…

1. Goritsa, a bustling suburb of Tsintzina, Greece.

2. The spelling is correct in the image caption. Canellio (that’s Ka-nehl-yo)

3. According to the version of the story I heard, she feared that her home WOULDN’T be greatly changed. Once you’ve had that taste of indoor plumbing, everything else seems unbearably rustic (those that know me well now know where I get at least one of my subtle qualities from). I particularly enjoy mention of great-great-uncle Chris’s letters about Goritsa modernization.

And many thanks to Demetri Andritsakis for putting the www.tsintzina.com website together, providing a lot more history and some great scenery.


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