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submitted by Kytherian Cultural Exchange on 10.04.2012

Some results from Myrto Dimitriou's origami workshops

Myrto's curriculam vitae in Greek.

e-mail: Email, Myrto Dimitriou

http://omadafantasia.blogspot.com

http://origamiwithfantasygroup.blogspot.com
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GVNx1Ld9GDw
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pOgMQqY8o6A

Myrto's appreciation of Japanese culture, and her endeavours to explain Japanese culture to Greeks in Greece, and teach Japanese arts such as origami, has inevitably led her to make contact with persons associated with Lafcadio Hearn, such as Takis Efstahiou and Lafcadio's grandson, Bon Koizumi. The Japanese-Greek cultural exchange through Lafcadio Hearn is fascinating.

Photos > Diaspora Vintage Portraits/ People

submitted by Kytherian Cultural Exchange on 10.04.2012

Myrto Dimitriou's extraordinarily popular origami workshops

Myrto's curriculam vitae in Greek.

e-mail: Email, Myrto Dimitriou

http://omadafantasia.blogspot.com

http://origamiwithfantasygroup.blogspot.com
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GVNx1Ld9GDw
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pOgMQqY8o6A

Myrto's appreciation of Japanese culture, and her endeavours to explain Japanese culture to Greeks in Greece, and teach Japanese arts such as origami, has inevitably led her to make contact with persons associated with Lafcadio Hearn, such as Takis Efstahiou and Lafcadio's grandson, Bon Koizumi. The Japanese-Greek cultural exchange through Lafcadio Hearn is fascinating.

Photos > Diaspora Vintage Portraits/ People

submitted by Kytherian Cultural Exchange on 10.04.2012

Myrto Dimitriou Mr. Bon Koizumi and his wife

Bon Koizuimi is the grandson of Lafacdio Hearn.

Myrto's curriculam vitae in Greek.

e-mail: Email, Myrto Dimitriou

http://omadafantasia.blogspot.com

http://origamiwithfantasygroup.blogspot.com
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GVNx1Ld9GDw
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pOgMQqY8o6A

Myrto's appreciation of Japanese culture, and her endeavours to explain Japanese culture to Greeks in Greece, and teach Japanese arts such as origami, has inevitably led her to make contact with persons associated with Lafcadio Hearn, such as Takis Efstahiou and Lafcadio's grandson, Bon Koizumi. The Japanese-Greek cultural exchange through Lafcadio Hearn is fascinating.

Photos > Diaspora Vintage Portraits/ People

submitted by Kytherian Cultural Exchange on 10.04.2012

Myrto Dimitriou

Curriculum Vitae

Επώνυμο: Δημητρίου
Όνομα: Μυρτώ
Ημερομηνία γέννησης: 02.08.1983
Τόπος γέννησης: Θεσσαλονίκη

e-mail: Email, Myrto Dimitriou

http://omadafantasia.blogspot.com

http://origamiwithfantasygroup.blogspot.com
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GVNx1Ld9GDw
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pOgMQqY8o6A

Myrto's appreciation of Japanese culture, and her endeavours to explain Japanese culture to Greeks in Greece, and teach Japanese arts such as origami, has inevitably led her to make contact with persons associated with Lafcadio Hearn, such as Takis Efstahiou and Lafcadio's grandson, Bon Koizumi. The Japanese-Greek cultural exchange through Lafcadio Hearn is fascinating.

Σπουδές: Πτυχιούχος του τμήματος Κοινωνικής Πολιτικής και Κοινωνικής Ανθρωπολογίας του Παντείου Πανεπιστημίου, υπότροφος του ΙΚΥ.
Επίσης σπούδασα στο Ithaca College στη Νέα Υόρκη, στο Τμήμα Θεάτρου και Μέσων Μαζικής Επικοινωνίας.
Είμαι η μόνη Ελληνίδα instructor origami και μέλος του Nippon Origami Association.
Είμαι ιδρυτικό μέλος του Πανελληνίου Ομίλου Φίλων Αφήγησης (Π.Ο.Φ.Α) και της UNIMA (Παγκόσμιος Όμιλος Κουκλοθεάτρου).
Είμαι συγγραφέας και μέλος του Κύκλου Ελληνικού Παιδικού Βιβλίου.

Ξένες γλώσσες: Αγγλικά (επίπεδο Proficiency)
Γαλλικά (επίπεδο Sorbonne 1)
Ιταλικά (επίπεδο Superiore).
Γνώσεις Η/Υ: Έχω παρακολουθήσει σεμινάρια ηλεκτρονικών υπολογιστών και είμαι εξοικειωμένη με το περιβάλλον των Windows, καθώς και με τα προγράμματα Word, Excel

Έχω γράψει το παιδικό παραμύθι «Οι περιπέτειες του Φρίξου» που κυκλοφορεί από τις Εκδόσεις Δια Βίου, συνοδευόμενο από cd, στο οποίο γίνεται αφήγηση του παραμυθιού και τα τραγούδια ερμηνεύει ο Δημήτρης Ζερβουδάκης με την παιδική χορωδία του Πολιτιστικού Οργανισμού του Δήμου Καλαμαριάς.
Από τις Εκδόσεις Καλειδοσκόπιο κυκλοφορεί το βιβλίο μου «Origami με φαντασία!», το μοναδικό βιβλίο για την ιαπωνική εικαστική τέχνη της χαρτοδιπλωτικής στην Ελλάδα.
Κυκλοφορεί επίσης το βιβλίο «10 διακοσμητικά και λουλούδια origami», το πρώτο από μια σειρά βιβλίων με οδηγίες αλλά και χαρτάκια.

Origami:
Ως κοινωνική ανθρωπολόγος και θέλοντας να συνδυάσω την ελληνική λαογραφία με την ιαπωνική παραδοσιακή τέχνη, αναπαρέστησα μοτίβα ελληνικών κεντημάτων, από τη συλλογή κεντημάτων της Αμαλίας Μεγαπάνου, από το Μουσείο Μπενάκη, δημιουργώντας έτσι πίνακες κεντημάτων με χαρτί.
Η νέα συλλογή έργων μου έχει τον τίτλο «Μωσαϊκά Origami» και είναι εμπνευσμένη από το Αρχαιολογικό Μουσείο.
Έργα μου εκτίθενται όχι μόνο σε ιδιωτικές συλλογές αλλά και στην Ιαπωνική Πρεσβεία των Αθηνών, με την οποία διατηρώ άριστες εποικοδομητικές σχέσεις.
Το καλοκαίρι του 2010 συνεργάστηκα με πανεπιστήμια στο Τόκυο, όπου και δίδαξα origami. Έχω εκπονήσει εκπαιδευτικά προγράμματα για όλες τις βαθμίδες της εκπαίδευσης (νηπιαγωγείο – δημοτικό – γυμνάσιο- λύκειο-πανεπιστήμιο) τα οποία υλοποιούνται σε συνεργασία με Δήμους, Νομαρχίες, Οργανισμούς, Εταιρείες, με πολύ μεγάλη επιτυχία. Επίσης διοργανώνω εργαστήρια, σεμινάρια για ενήλικες αλλά και για εικαστικούς.
Σε συνεργασία με τον κ. Μπακατσέλο, ο οποίος είναι ο επίτιμος πρόξενος της Ιαπωνίας στη Θεσσαλονίκη και πρόεδρος του ΕΒΕΘ, πραγματοποιήσαμε με πολύ μεγάλη επιτυχία σεμινάρια και έκθεση με πίνακες και συνθέσεις φτιαγμένα από χαρτί στο Εμπορικό και Βιομηχανικό Επιμελητήριο Θεσσαλονίκης, από την Δευτέρα 8 Μαρτίου μέχρι και την Κυριακή 21 Μαρτίου 2010.
Από τις 10 Μαρτίου-10 Απριλίου 2011, συμμετείχα με έκθεση και εργαστήρια origami στις «Μέρες Έκφρασης και Δημιουργίας 2011» που διοργανώνονται για 17η συνεχόμενη χρονιά, από τους φίλους του Ιδρύματος Μελίνα Μερκούρη στο Περίπτερο 1 της ΔΕΘ. Η διοργάνωση αποτελεί θεσμό για την πόλη μας.
Στις 28 Μαρτίου 2011 στα πλαίσια της παραπάνω διοργάνωσης και κάτω από την αιγίδα της Γενικής Γραμματείας Νέας Γενιάς, θέλοντας να συμπαρασταθούμε στον δοκιμαζόμενο Ιαπωνικό λαό κάναμε μια συμβολική πράξη διπλώνοντας 1000 χάρτινους γερανούς (πραγματοποιώντας έναν παλιό Ιαπωνικό μύθο) μαζί με το 1ο-5ο Δημ. Σχολείο Συκεών που τους στείλαμε σε αντίστοιχο σχολείο του Τόκυο, με το οποίο θα υπάρξει αδελφοποίηση.
Είναι πραγματικά μεγάλη μου τιμή ,που από το Origami Kaikan -Ιαπωνικός Οργανισμός στο Τόκυο- επέλεξαν το έργο μου "Dragon Boat" (το μοναδικό έργο από την Ελλάδα) για να συμπεριληφθεί στην Takahama Collection. Η έκθεση φιλοξενείται στο Μουσείο ORIGAMI στην Ιαπωνία και θα ταξιδέψει σε όλο τον κόσμο!!!
Παρουσιάζω την εκπομπή «Origami με Φαντασία» στην Ωμέγα Τηλεόραση, καθημερινά 15:00-15:30 και τα σαββατοκύριακα 14:30-15:00.

Το μεγαλύτερο ORIGAMI του κόσμου για το Ρεκόρ Γκίνες!!!
Σε συνεργασία με το τμήμα Νεολαίας, της Αντιδημαρχίας Νεότητας Αθλητισμού και Εθελοντών, θα δημιουργήσουμε το μεγαλύτερο ORIGAMI του κόσμου!!!Από τον Οκτώβρη μέχρι και τον Μάιο θα εκπαιδεύσω πάνω από 10.000 συμμετέχοντες, στο Πολιτιστικό κέντρο της Τούμπας!!!Θα διπλώσουν ένα κομμάτι χαρτί για να δημιουργήσουν το νούφαρο-μονάδα, που θα χρησιμοποιηθεί για να σχηματίσουμε ένα πελώριο μωσαϊκό με την εικόνα του Λευκού Πύργου, περίπου 400 τ.μ.! Στις 31 Μαϊου 2012 θα φτιάξουμε το μεγαλύτερο origami του κόσμου στην πλατεία Αριστοτέλους με την προοπτική να γραφτούμε στο βιβλίο Γκίνες!

Συμμετοχή σε συνέδρια-σεμινάρια:
• Συμμετείχα σε Διεθνή Συνέδρια Origami, διδάσκοντας και εκθέτοντας τα έργα μου: στο El Escorial (Μαδρίτη) από τις 27-31 Μαίου 2011, στην Τουλούζη από τις 2-5 Ιουνίου 2011, στο Maxi-Sheffield meeting στην Αγγλία από τις 8-10 Ιουλίου 2011, από τις 5-8 Αυγούστου 2011 στο 22ο Hungarian Origami Convention.
• Το καλοκαίρι του 1999 παρακολούθησα το συνέδριο «Kids for kids» που διοργανώθηκε στη Helexpo-ΔΕΘ, υπό την αιγίδα της Ευρωπαϊκής Ένωσης. Στο συνέδριο αυτό κέρδισα μια υποτροφία για το Ithaca College στη Νέα Υόρκη (στον τομέα Communications and Theater), στο οποίο και παρακολούθησα για τρία χρόνια καλοκαιρινά σεμινάρια θεάτρου, τηλεόρασης και ραδιοφώνου.
• Συμμετείχα στην 6η Διεθνή Συνδιάσκεψη του Ευρωπαϊκού Κοινοβουλίου νέων Ελλάδας και εργάστηκα πάνω στη σχέση πολιτισμού, παιδείας και μέσων μαζικής ενημέρωσης (12-14 Νοεμβρίου 1999).
• Παρακολούθησα το σεμινάριο ραδιοφωνίας που διοργάνωσε η ΝΕΛΕ Θεσ/νίκης από τις 15-19 Μαρτίου 2000.
• Στις 25-29 Μαρτίου 2000 πήρα μέρος στο πρόγραμμα Euroscola του Ευρωπαϊκού Κοινοβουλίου, στο Στρασβούργο και ασχολήθηκα με θέματα που αφορούσαν τη δημοκρατία, τα ανθρώπινα δικαιώματα και τα προβλήματα της κοινωνίας.
• Συμμετείχα στο 5ο Παγκόσμιο συνέδριο δυσλεξίας που διοργανώθηκε στη Θεσσαλονίκη από τις 3-27 Αυγούστου 2004, στην αίθουσα τελετών του ΑΠΘ.
• Παρακολούθησα το Διεθνές Επιστημονικό συνέδριο «Νέες κατευθύνσεις στα Ευρωπαϊκά ΜΜΕ», που πραγματοποιήθηκε στη Θεσσαλονίκη από τις 5-7 Νοεμβρίου 2004.
• Πήρα μέρος στο πρόγραμμα ανταλλαγής νέων «Multipl(a)y 2» που διοργανώθηκε από τη ΧΑΝΘ στον Άγιο Νικόλαο Χαλκιδικής, το διάστημα 16-28 Μαρτίου 2005.
• Παρακολούθησα το συνέδριο “Many musics in Europe” που διοργανώθηκε από το Ευρωπαϊκό Μουσικό Συμβούλιο (EMC: European Music Council) στη Βουδαπέστη από τις 22-24 Απριλίου 2005.
• Στις 28 Μαΐου 2005 παρακολούθησα το σεμινάριο δημιουργικής γραφής, με το συγγραφέα Paul Johnston, που διοργανώθηκε από το Βρετανικό Συμβούλιο στα πλαίσια της Διεθνούς Εκθέσεως Βιβλίου.
• Συμμετείχα στο 2ο Φεστιβάλ Αφήγησης Κάτω Ολύμπου, που πραγματοποιήθηκε στην Καλλιπεύκη Λάρισας, στις 17-18 Ιουνίου 2005, και διοργανώθηκε από το Παιδαγωγικό Τμήμα Προσχολικής Εκπαίδευσης και το Εργαστήριο λόγου και πολιτισμού του Πανεπιστημίου Θεσσαλίας. Στα πλαίσια του φεστιβάλ δραματοποίησα ένα λαϊκό παραδοσιακό παραμύθι.

Τηλεοπτική και ραδιοφωνική εμπειρία:
• Από το 1993, σε ηλικία 10 ετών, και για 7 χρόνια παρουσίαζα την τηλεοπτική παιδική-νεανική εκπομπή «Το πέταγμα της πεταλούδας» ( σκηνοθεσία Ζέτας Στεφάνου), σε τοπικά κανάλια. Έχω πάρει συνεντεύξεις από ανθρώπους των γραμμάτων και των τεχνών (Ελένη Γλύκατζη- Αρβελέρ), συγγραφείς (Άλκη Ζέη, Ζωρζ Σαρή, Ευγένιος Τριβιζάς, Μάνος Κοντολέων, Βασίλης Βασιλικός, Αντώνης Σαμαράκης κ.ά), ηθοποιούς και σκηνοθέτες (Αλίκη Βουγιουκλάκη, Λάκης Λαζόπουλος, Κωνσταντίνος Καζάκος, Ανδρέας Βουτσινάς κ.ά), μουσικούς και συνθέτες (Ελένη Καραΐνδρου, Εμίρ Κουστουρίτσα, Μάριος Φραγκούλης, Νότης Μαυρουδής, Θάνος Μικρούτσικος, Διονύσης Σαββόπουλος κ.ά).
• Για δύο χρόνια παρουσίαζα την εκπομπή «Παιδόκοσμος», σκηνοθεσία Ζέτας Στεφάνου, στην Cosmos τηλεόραση του ομίλου ALPHA.
• Για 4 χρόνια συμμετείχα στη ραδιοφωνική εκπομπή «Ο κήπος με τα παραμύθια» στο Ράδιο 105 της Helexpo, καθώς και στο ράδιο Παρατηρητής.
• Συνεργάστηκα με το ραδιοφωνικό σταθμό του Μύλου 88,5 για την παρουσίαση ένθετου για το βιβλίο, του «Εκδοτικού ήχου».
• Το 2010 παρουσίαζα την εκπομπή «Κόκκινη κλωστή …δεμένη σε χίλιες και μία νύχτες» σε τοπικό κανάλι.
• Από το 2010 συνεργάζομαι με τον τηλεοπτικό σταθμό του Alpha και στην Ωμέγα Τηλεόραση έχω καθημερινή παιδική εκπομπή.

Θεατρική εμπειρία:
• Το 1993 είχα τον πρωταγωνιστικό ρόλο στην παιδική παράσταση «Η Βασίλισσα του Χιονιού» του Χανς Κρίστιαν Άντερσεν, η οποία ανέβηκε στον κινηματοθέατρο Ολύμπιον.
• Το 1996 συμμετείχα στη θεατρική παράσταση της Αλίκης Βουγιουκλάκη «Μελωδία της ευτυχίας», έχοντας το ρόλο της Λουίζας.
• Το 1999 πήρα μέρος σε μια τηλεταινία για την ΕΡΤ3 με τίτλο «Μουσική για τα παιδιά που φοβούνται τα κακά όνειρα».
• Στη θεατρική παράσταση «Το καινούργιο σπίτι» του Γκολντόνι το Μάρτιο του 2000 είχα το ρόλο της Μενεγκίνας, και στο έργο «Εμείς και ο χρόνος» του J.B.Priestley το ρόλο της Τζόαν Χέλφορντ.
• Το Μάιο του 2001 στο διαγωνισμό εκφραστικής ανάγνωσης που διοργανώθηκε από το κολλέγιο Ανατόλια ήμουν ανάμεσα στους πέντε πρώτους που διακρίθηκαν.
• Συμμετείχα σε παιδικές παραστάσεις που παρουσιάστηκαν στο Ινστιτούτο Γκαίτε και στο Βαφοπούλειο Πνευματικό Κέντρο.
• Ασχολούμαι με την δραματοποίηση παραδοσιακών και κλασικών παραμυθιών (αφηγηματικό θέατρο) καθώς και με εκπαιδευτικά προγράμματα, που εγκρίνονται από την Αντιδημαρχία Πολιτισμού, τα οποία και παρουσιάζω σε εκδηλώσεις που γίνονται σε πολιτιστικά κέντρα, σε μεγάλες εκδηλώσεις φορέων, βιβλιοθήκες, σχολεία, καθώς και σε εκδηλώσεις που γίνονται κάτω από την αιγίδα της Νομαρχίας, του Δήμου Θεσ/νίκης και άλλων όμορων δήμων (Καλαμαριάς, Νεάπολης, Λαγκαδά, Σταυρούπολης, Μηχανιώνας, Σίνδου κλπ)
• Συνεργάστηκα με τον Μύλο Α.Ε. και παρουσίαζα τις παιδικές εκδηλώσεις που διοργανώθηκαν στους χώρους του (Αποκριάτικες-Χριστουγεννιάτικες-Καλοκαιρινές κλπ).
• Με αφορμή την Παγκόσμια ημέρα του παιδικού βιβλίου παρουσιάζω συγγραφείς δραματοποιώντας αποσπάσματα από τα έργα τους με την συνεργασία των παιδιών, στα σχολικά συγκροτήματα και των πέντε δημοτικών διαμερισμάτων του Δήμου Θεσσαλονίκης και σε όμορους Δήμους.
• Κάτω από την αιγίδα του Υπουργείου Πολιτισμού και με την έγκριση του Υπουργείου Παιδείας, συνεργάστηκα με το Φεστιβάλ Κινηματογράφου Θεσσαλονίκης, διοργανώνοντας με πολύ μεγάλη επιτυχία το εκπαιδευτικό πρόγραμμα «Κόκκινη Κλωστή… Παραμυθόδραμα για μικρά παιδιά».

Επαγγελματική συνεργασία με τη ΧΑΝ Καλαμαριάς.
Συνεργάστηκα με τη ΧΑΝΚ διδάσκοντας στα τμήματα δημιουργικής απασχόλησης νηπίων και παιδιών: αγγλικά, μουσικοκινητική αγωγή, θεατρικό παιχνίδι, καλλιτεχνικό εργαστήρι. Επίσης μαζί με την κ.Στεφάνου ήμουν υπεύθυνη του τμήματος θερινής απασχόλησης παιδιών που λειτούργησε πριν από δύο χρόνια στη ΧΑΝΚ

Άλλες δραστηριότητες:
Μαζί με την κυρία Ζέτα Στεφάνου, μητέρα μου, έχουμε ιδρύσει την ομάδα Τέχνης και Λόγου «Φαντασία», που αποτελείται από παιδαγωγούς, εμψυχωτές, μουσικούς, χορευτές, κλόουν, ζογκλέρ, ξυλοπόδαρους και ταχυδακτυλουργούς, με την οποία οργανώνουμε και παρουσιάζουμε παιδικές εκδηλώσεις και εκπαιδευτικά προγράμματα.
Έχω δημιουργήσει μια ομάδα από μαζορέτες, έχοντας τη μουσική και χορογραφική επιμέλεια. Με την ομάδα αυτή έχουμε εμφανιστεί σε πολλές εκδηλώσεις.
Συνεργάστηκα με το παιδικό περιοδικό «Παιδόπολις», γράφοντας την πολιτιστική ατζέντα και αρθρογραφώντας για θέματα που αφορούν το βιβλίο.
Στην έκθεση «Ο υπέροχος κόσμος Barbie και Lego», που διοργανώθηκε στη Διεθνή Έκθεση Θεσσαλονίκης από τις 4 έως τις 22 Ιανουαρίου 2006, «ζωντάνεψα» την κούκλα Barbie, δραματοποιώντας παραμύθια της.
Έχω συνεργαστεί με το καλλιτεχνικό εργαστήρι του Μουσείου Βυζαντινών και μεταβυζαντινών μουσικών οργάνων διδάσκοντας θεατρικό παιχνίδι στα παιδιά και οργανώνοντας τις παιδικές παραστάσεις.
Είμαι μέλος της μουσικής ομάδας «Μουσικό Πολύτροπο» του τμήματος Μουσικολογίας του Αριστοτελείου Πανεπιστημίου Θεσσαλονίκης, υπό την καθοδήγηση του καθηγητή μουσικολογίας του ΑΠΘ κ. Καϊμάκη, με την οποία συμμετείχα σε παραστάσεις (έναρξη της φοιτητικής εβδομάδας στην πλατεία Αριστοτέλους, περιοδεία στη Βουδαπέστη- Βιέννη)
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Cosmetic work could keep department stores alive. The philosophy of Napoleon Perdis

Eli Greenblat

Sydney Morning Herald

April 2, 2012

All dressed up ... Napoleon Perdis (centre, in sunnies) with DJs chief executive Paul Zahra to his left.


MAKE-UP mogul Napoleon Perdis is a steadfast believer in the might and majesty of the department store model, it just needs a facelift to better serve the needs of younger and smarter shoppers and work at creating the kind of in-store events that the internet can't match.

The Australian fashion leader who has made it big in the US argues leading department stores such as David Jones and Myer need to let go of their uniformity strict formats to transform into a ''mall'' where brands are given the floor space to show off their artistry and design.

''I think there is a place for department stores but they need to think of themselves more as malls, where vendors can create experiences within that mall model,'' Mr Perdis said.

''The minute you start creating so much boundaries around department stores it loses creativity, and a department store has to be a melting pot of creativity and then the merchandise will sell.''

He should know. From his first Napoleon Perdis store in Oxford St, Paddington in 1995, the cosmetics entrepreneur has built an empire to today have 75 company-owned concept stores and eight Napoleon Perdis Makeup Academy campuses in Australia and the US, and more than 4500 stockists and distributors in Australia, New Zealand and the US.

Napoleon Perdis is now in Target, Ulta, Dillard's and Nordstrom in America and a popular fixture of America's king home shopping network QVC.

Some of the pizazz Mr Perdis argues Australian department stores are in desperate need of was on show last week when he staged a lunchtime event at David Jones' flagship Sydney store in Elizabeth Street.

''There were a couple of thousand people on the floor watching, waiting for the entrance and I gave them a whole show,'' he said. ''There was Madame Pompadour, there was Cleopatra, a slave, a naughty couple, a romantic couple, it was sexy, it was fashion.

''Eventing needs to be created in its true form where creativity is allowed to flow like in the days of the 1950s, '60s and '70s where there was enormous creativity inside department stores. Like Andy Warhol, who would do windows in Barneys, they would be show-stopping. These days they do windows and its all so 'where's the art?' ''

Napoleon Perdis was lured to David Jones from Myer by the former DJs boss Mark McInnes and now sells exclusively in that store and has a range in Target and Big W.

''Australia for me is in growth mode, both in my prestige brand and my mass brand, but the reason for that is that I work really actively in creating that experience,'' Mr Perdis says.

He applauded the David Jones' boss, Paul Zahra, for his strategic plans to reinvigorate the store, invest in staff and online.

''There is still a place for retail distribution. She [the customer] still wants to go in and experiment and have it applied on herself. She can do some replenishment online but to look at newness etc, you can't do it all online,'' Mr Perdis said.

''The retailers or department stores that will be left out will be the ones that don't put the infrastructure in now and start pushing their marketing teams to better communicate.

''They have been caught up in sales war and that doesn't do anything, it kills business; it brings in a customer that may not necessarily be able to afford to come back to you.''

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Perdis builds on his foundation

Georgina Safe

Sydney Morning Herald

February 16, 2012

Photograph: Brush with fame ... Napoleon Perdis puts the finishing touches on model Samantha Harris’s make-up. Perdis says his products are for the woman on the street as well as the runway. Photo: Domino Postiglione


The colour king is expanding operations here and overseas.

Alexandria is literally a grey area of industry and business parks, an inner-city suburb on the way to the airport in Sydney. Then there is the head office of Napoleon Perdis make-up.

I enter a candy-striped foyer beneath a large and brightly burning chandelier and ascend a set of stairs to the pulsing beat of dance music.

In the reception area with flamingo-pink walls I take a seat next to the oversized tropical fish tank and peruse the latest fashion magazines, helpfully tabbed with every Napoleon Perdis mention and product placement, before the man himself is ready to meet me in the boardroom.

With peacock feather-print wallpaper and a slick white table and chairs, the space looks pretty good to me but apparently the vibe is not quite right.

''I'm about to get it feng shui-ed again,'' says Perdis, who - dressed all in black - materialises as the Johnny Cash of cosmetics against the vivid backdrop. ''I don't like to have energy being stagnant and I feel like as I'm getting older I don't want to get in the rut of people where they once felt the energy but now they don't keep up with the energy.''

With Napoleon Perdis employing a staff of 1000 in Australia and the US combined and distributing products to 5000 stores in both countries, 75 of which are stand-alone Napoleon Perdis outlets, I find it difficult to believe anyone could accuse Perdis of lacking vim and vigour.

''Well, I don't want stagnation,'' he replies. ''Energy is neither created nor destroyed, it's converted from one form to another. I like converting it to the form of what is the current taste of the nation today and the thing about the taste of the nation is people want to be living colourful lives.''

Perdis has been colouring people's lives since he opened a small shop on Oxford Street with a $30,000 loan from his father in 1995.

Since then, together with his wife and business partner Soula-Marie, the son of Greek immigrants who arrived in Australia in the 50s has built the business into a global concern comprising his core brand Napoleon Perdis and the more affordable NP Set line of make-up.

From today, NP Set is rolling out into Big W stores across the country, as part of Perdis's mantra of make-up for all.

''NP Set is about something for everyone that is beautiful, because there is no reason why a cosmetics company or a fashion designer - and I see myself as a make-up designer - should alienate any part of the female population. Because of what? Because of income? Just because you can't afford it, it doesn't mean I'm not happy to design something for you. In fact, I am and I'm going to work really hard for it.''

Perdis's pursuit of the mass market in Australia follows the recent expansion of his premium line Napoleon Perdis into American department store Nordstrom, which will eventually stock it in 80 stores and is also carrying the brand on its website, nordstrom.com.

The line is also getting a makeover with improved application techniques and formulas.

''When I was on [American shopping channel] QVC last week, my spray foundation was the big seller,'' he says. ''You've had these other spray foundations that just blurt out so you have to blend them with a brush but me with my little guy from the labs in Los Angeles, we thought, 'Why should you have to blend it with a brush? Why not just make it so the delivery does that?'''

You certainly could not accuse Perdis of false modesty but then neither, with access to 90 million households through QVC, could you accuse him of false pride.

Perdis splits his time between Australia and the US, where he has homes in the Hollywood Hills and Palm Springs and lives most of the year with Soula-Marie and their four children.

He believed the US was the most logical market when he launched his then embryonic brand overseas in 2006 but then the global financial crisis intervened.

''During the recession I pulled out of Saks Fifth Avenue because they were losing an enormous amount of money,'' he says.

''So I went to the west coast and set up two stores there and the concept store in Hollywood to give it a global positioning.''

Away from New York, Perdis focused on ''the four pillars of America: the south, the west coast, the north east and the midwest''.

Regional America allowed him to grow his brand through the philosophy of demystifying make-up: ease of application and co-ordinating colours are the chief selling points of Napoleon Perdis cosmetics, which all come with instructional tips and tricks aimed at connecting with the woman on the street as well as the woman on the runway.

In town to oversee the make-up at stockist David Jones's autumn-winter collections launch last night, Perdis was as enthused about meeting a customer at the Qantas baggage collection area as he was about putting the dabbing touches on Miranda Kerr for the DJs show.

''When I was coming back [to Australia] from LA I was waiting for my baggage and a lady came up to me and said, 'I love your foundation, am I doing it right?''' Perdis says. ''I said, 'Thank you for letting me know and you know what? You look fantastic!' What does she want from me? She wants me to keep delivering.''

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Lafcadio Hearn - "Almost as Japanese as Haiku"

Atlantic Monthly

December 31, 2003

In The Last Samurai, a big-budget spectacle now playing at a multiplex near you, Tom Cruise plays a disillusioned Civil War veteran hired by Japan's new emperor in 1875 to train the country's first conscript army. The culture clash that follows isn't just the inevitable friction between East and West, but a showdown between New and Old Japan: the emperor's grand plan is to consolidate his power by commanding a modern army that will supplant the samurai caste of warriors that had served the shogunate for centuries.


Lafcadio Hearn

It's a wholly fictional storyline, but the movie's historical backdrop offers more than its share of authentic drama. The era of the Meiji Restoration (1867-1912) saw the sweeping transformation of Japan from an insular feudal society closed off from the West to a modern industrial nation, events set in motion when the U.S. naval fleet of Commodore Perry steamed into the port of Yokohama in 1854 to open Japan to international trade. Back on the other side of the world, meanwhile, the exchange of goods was opening Western eyes to the unsuspected exquisiteness of traditional Japanese culture. A craze for all things Japanese ensued: collectors couldn't get enough of Japanese pottery; painters couldn't get enough of the woodblock prints originally used as wrapping paper in the crates the pottery was shipped in; audiences at the Savoy couldn't get enough of Gilbert & Sullivan's 1885 Japan-inspired extravaganza, The Mikado. So feverish was the vogue that Oscar Wilde (a fellow known to dote on an Oriental bauble or two) was led to quip, "The whole of Japan is a pure invention.... There is no such country, there are no such people."

Diligent readers of The Atlantic during the 1890s had it on good authority that the Japanese mystique was no myth. For the better part of the decade the magazine ran a succession of lyrical dispatches written by a strange bird of an itinerant journalist who had fetched up in Japan at the age of forty and would never return. Today we can classify him as a writer of a familiar cosmopolitan stripe—the confirmed Japanophile, the devoted cultural interpreter bent on justifying the ways of the Eastern mind to his Western kinsmen. But to typecast him sells him short. Lafcadio Hearn was nothing if not the original model.

Hearn's life may not have been the stuff that epic blockbusters are made of, but there was nothing remotely conventional about it. Professional misfit and muckraking novelist, antiquarian and iconoclast, a bohemian aesthete with a scholarly relish for ethnography and the occult, a "wandering ghost," in the titular phrase of his biographer Jonathan Cott—like any number of industrious Victorian authors, Hearn was a man of parts, only most of the parts were puzzle pieces that didn't quite fit. Born in 1850 in Ionia to a Greek mother and a father who was a surgeon in the British Army, he was raised by relatives in Dublin until the age of nineteen. Branded as a ne'er-do-well (he lost the sight of one eye in a schoolyard scrap), young Patrick Lafcadio Hearn was packed off to the United States and in time made a name for himself as a crime reporter covering lurid murder cases in Cincinnati, Ohio. In his byline he now went by "Lafcadio," the peculiar cognomen his parents had devised as an homage to his birthplace, the Ionian island of Leucadia.

In 1877 he was fired in the wake of his scandalous marriage to a teenaged ex-slave that flouted the local miscegenation laws. He then drifted down to New Orleans, where he wrote extensively on Creole life in the Vieux Carre and made botched attempts to start up a satirical magazine and a restaurant called The Hard Times. In the late 1880s he island-hopped through the Caribbean, and wrote a handful of travel sketches for The Atlantic that made up part of his 1890 book, Two Years in the French Indies.

It was largely owing to Hearn's knack for what the painter James McNeill Whistler liked to call "the gentle art of making enemies" that he came into steadier work contributing to The Atlantic from overseas. Before sailing to Japan in 1890 to take a modest provincial teaching post, he had wangled a commission from Harper's Weekly to file a series of articles on the Japanese scene. In the event, gripped by what Atlantic historian Ellery Sedgwick describes as "some discontent magnified by paranoia," he assailed Harper's editor Henry Mills Alden with a torrent of abusive letters, renouncing all contractual obligations. The performance was not exactly out of character: Hearn had a history of locking horns and falling out with his editors, practically making a career of wearing out his welcome.

How then did Hearn and The Atlantic manage to get along so warmly? Serendipity seems to have been the secret ingredient. In Horace Elisha Scudder, the magazine's newly appointed editor, Hearn found a man who already had an avid interest in the traditional cultures of the Far East—and one who evidently gave him leave to hold forth on just about anything under the rising sun. Scudder, for his part, might have felt like he had a tiger by the tail. Merely a productive writer in the States, Hearn wrote prodigiously after settling in Japan. Over the next fourteen years until his death, he churned out volume after jampacked volume of "reveries and studies"—the beguiling subtitle of his 1895 collection Out of the East, and perhaps as fitting a rubric for the yin and yang of his literary sensibility as there could be—and never was there a sign that he was running out of material. Every bit as impressive as his sheer output (his Atlantic pieces make up just a fraction of his writings on Japan) was his omnivorous range: even in a time when journalists were often presumed to be generalists, Hearn went well above the call of duty, hardly ever seeming to come across a subject he felt was beyond him or beneath him. He wrote elaborate disquisitions on Japanese aesthetics and Japanese etiquette. He wrote elegant appreciations of the Japanese martial art of jujitsu and the Japanese affection for pet singing crickets. He wrote with equal gusto and nuance on the proper schooling of Zen monks and the proper training of Kyoto geishas. When he wasn't setting down his impressions of Japanese village life and social custom with a novelist's eye for emblematic detail, he was collecting Japanese ghost stories and unearthing samurai legends with the delectation of a born connoisseur.

This was clearly no case of ordinary reportorial zeal. Hearn wasn't simply making a respectable living off his inside scoops on the unknown Japan—he was going native. It was his boldest effort yet to shed his outcast's skin, and this time the metamorphosis was complete. The "wandering ghost" finally put down roots, marrying the daughter of a downtrodden samurai (thus adding "bigamist" to his checkered resume, some have suggested, since there's no record of a divorce from his first wife) and raising a family in the hamlet where he taught secondary school. He adopted the Japanese name of Koizumi Yakumo and became a naturalized citizen. By the time he died of heart failure, in 1904, no longer was Hearn regarded as just another gaijin—the epithet for foreigner—but was eulogized by the Japanese as their "gaijin laureate," the one European author who could see into the Japanese soul. Much of Hearn's work is long out of print, and Anglophone scholars now tend to treat him as a minor period curiosity rather than as a writer of stature, but in Japan his renown remains largely intact. There is a Hearn museum next to his former dwelling in the town of Matsue. Schoolchildren are assigned his books. "Lafcadio Hearn," begins the publisher's foreword to a Japanese edition of Out of the East, "is almost as Japanese as haiku."

Close to two dozen of Hearn's pieces on Japan appeared in The Atlantic between 1890 and 1896, and the archive yields a fair share of both the reveries and the studies. Yet Hearn is often at his most disarming when his atmospheric prose style defies easy categorization, and the shrewd interpreter of cultural otherness merges seamlessly with the excitable sensualist intoxicated by all he sees. Like many of Hearn's chronicles of Japanese life, "At the Market of the Dead" (September 1891) unfolds in a numbered sequence of taut vignettes: in the opening passage a young Buddhist student of his acquaintance inquires whether the foreign schoolteacher would like to have a guided tour of the Bon-ichi market in town, where all the necessary supplies for the summertime Buddhist ceremony, the Festival of the Dead, can be purchased. "Oh, Akira, all things in this country I should like to see," Hearn replies, and off they go to take in the whole nocturnal spectacle. The schoolteacher is particularly entranced by the "ceremony of farewell," when the townsfolk launch "the boats of the blessed ghosts":
Everything has been prepared for them. In each home the small boats made of barley straw closely woven have been freighted with supplies of dainty food, with tiny lanterns, and written messages of faith and love. Seldom more than a foot in length are these boats; but the dead require little room. And the frail craft are launched on canal, lake, sea, or river—each with a miniature lantern glowing at the prow, and incense burning at the stern. And if the night be fair, they voyage long. Down all the creeks and rivers and canals these phantom fleets go glimmering to the sea; and all the sea sparkles to the horizon with the lights of the dead, and the sea wind is fragrant with incense.

In a later set piece, Hearn lingers with customary minute attention on the sights and sounds of the thronging market district, where merchants are selling wares for the festival out of small, lantern-lit booths:
"Hotaro-ni-Kirigisu!—okodomo-shu-no-onagusami!—oyasuke-makemasu!" Eh, what is all this? A little booth shaped like a sentry box, all made of laths, covered with a red-and-white chess pattern of paper: and out of this frail structure issues a shrilling keen as the sound of leaking steam. "Oh, that is only insects," says Akira, laughing: "nothing to do with the Bonku." Insects, yes!—in cages! The shrilling is made by scores of huge green crickets, each prisoned in a tiny bamboo cage by itself. "They are fed with eggplant and melon rind," continues Akira, "and sold to children to play with." And there are also beautiful little cages full of fireflies—cages covered with brown mosquito-netting, upon each of which some simple but very charming design in bright colors has been dashed by a Japanese brush. One cricket and cage, two cents. Fifteen fireflies and cage, five cents.
Hearn was also adept at handling a large topic with a light touch. "In a Japanese Garden" (July 1892) is the deceptively self-effacing title for what turns out to be an extensive commentary on the native conceptions of nature and landscape design, part dissertation, part catalogue, part leisurely ramble. Generations before Western horticulturalists were to recognize the consummate refinements of traditional Japanese gardening, Hearn was already a true believer:
No effort to create an impossible or purely ideal landscape is made in the Japanese garden. Its artistic purpose is to copy faithfully the attractions of a veritable landscape, and to convey the impression that a real landscape communicates. It is therefore at once a picture and a poem; perhaps even more a poem than a picture. For as nature's scenery, in its varying aspects, affects us with sensations of joy or of solemnity, of grimness or of sweetness, of force or of peace, so must the true reflection of it in the labor of the landscape gardener create not merely an impression of beauty, but a mood in the soul.

Here and there Hearn's esteem for the Japanese aesthetic prompts a caustic aside (having observed the exacting discipline of Japanese flower arrangement he remarks, one can only think of European floral decoration as "an outrage upon the color-sense, a brutality, an abomination"), and he occasionally permits himself a pedagogical digression on the ethos of the landscape in Japanese literature and philosophy. Yet much of the article reads less like a lecture than a giddy inventory of everything an attentive visitor might encounter in Japan's garden sanctuaries, from meticulously placed stones and expertly cultivated shrubbery to the happy profusion of living creatures great and small:
Somewhere among the rocks in the pond lives a small tortoise,—left in the garden, probably, by the previous tenants of the house. It is very pretty, but manages to remain invisible for weeks at a time. In popular mythology, the tortoise is the servant of the divinity Kompira; and if a pious fisherman find a tortoise, he writes upon its back characters signifying "Servant of the Diety Kompira," and then gives it a drink of sake and sets it free. It is supposed to be very fond of sake.

As time wore on, Hearn's unalloyed enchantment with the Japanese gave way on occasion to weightier reflections on what he saw as the mixed blessings of the country's newfound prosperity and faith in modern progress. In "The Genius of Japanese Civilization" (October 1895) he pressed the case for a Japanese exceptionalism that in his view stemmed from the "relative absence from the national character of egotistical individualism." This is the side of Hearn most likely to be unpalatable to contemporary sensibilities, inflected as it is with antiquated ideas about race and an overweening attachment to a picturesque, doll-house Japan that embodied all the cultural purity and simplicity that Western industrial society had laid waste.

But if Hearn was no great shakes as a social thinker, the psychology behind his fixed ideas makes for an absorbing case study in fin de siecle angst. That Hearn's idealization of Japan was to some degree a by-product of his animus toward the machine age and its dark satanic mills comes through in the rhetorical thunder and lightning of a passage that contrasts the serenity of the Japanese interior to a nightmare vision of the modern metropolis, a riff that feels like something lifted from the pages of Dickens or Ruskin:
As I muse, the remembrance of a great city comes back to me,—a city walled up to the sky and roaring like the sea. The memory of that roar returns first; then the vision defines: a chasm, which is a street, between mountains, which are houses.... Deep below those huge pavements, I know there is a cavernous world tremendous: systems contrived for water and steam and fire....

And all this enormity is hard, grim, dumb; it is the enormity of mathematical power applied to utilitarian ends of solidity and durability. These leagues of palaces, of warehouses, of business structures, of buildings describable and indescribable, are not beautiful but sinister. One feels depressed by the mere sensation of the enormous life which created them, life without sympathy; of their prodigious manifestation of power, power without pity. They are the architectural utterance of the new industrial age. And there is no halt in the thunder of wheels, in the storming of hooves and of human feet.

"The Genius of Japanese Civilization" goes some way toward revealing the irony—even a certain poignancy—about Hearn's relationship with Japan: here at last the inveterate outsider had happened on a corner of the world that suited his temperament and imagination, only to see much that he cherished wither away as the country made itself over into an imperial power. Even so, there was still enough of the hardboiled journalist in Hearn for him to recognize that his anxiety about the "Occidentalization" of the Japanese had already taken on a tincture of nostalgia:
The charge of want of "individuality," in the accepted sense of pure selfishness, will scarcely be made against the Japanese of the next generation. Even the compositions of students already reflect the new conception of intellectual strength only as a weapon of offense, and the new sentiment of aggressive egotism.... I confess to being one of those who believe that the human heart, even in the history of a race, may be worth infinitely more than the human intellect, and that it will sooner or later prove itself infinitely better able to answer all the cruel enigmas of the weird Sphinx of Life. I still believe that the Old Japanese were nearer to the solution of those enigmas than we are, just because they recognized moral beauty as greater than intellectual beauty.

Such heavy weather is relatively rare in Hearn's Atlantic writings, however. He was more at home lingering over the intimate aspects of everyday life, as he does in "Out of the Street: Japanese Folk-Songs" (September 1896), an engaging little sampler of hayari-uta, or what he calls "the ditties of the day." Waking at daybreak to the strains of washermen "working in the ancient manner" in the vacant lot beside his house, he prevails upon a local literati to write down "the songs of the washermen, and the songs which are sung in this street by the smiths and the carpenters and the bamboo-weavers and the rice-cleaners."

The rest of the short piece essentially amounts to an anthology of Hearn's own free translations, interspersed with a few strands of gloss and annotation. All of the ditties, he discovers, are love songs:
I noticed that almost every simple phase of the emotion, from its earliest budding to its uttermost ripening, was represented in the collection; and I therefore tried to arrange the pieces according to the natural passional sequence. The result had some dramatic suggestiveness... The songs really form three distinct groups, each corresponding to a particular period of that emotional experience which is the subject of all.

The spirit of the project is in keeping with Hearn's lifelong attraction to the inner workings of folk culture, and his habit of turning his foragings in Japan into epiphanies of universal brotherhood:
Thus was it that these little songs, composed in different generations and in different parts of Japan by various persons, seemed to shape themselves for me into a ghost of a romance,—into the shadow of a story needing no name of time or place or person, because eternally the same, in all times and places.

Commentators have surmised that Hearn's last years in Japan were not happy ones. The harsh winters sapped his health; the frequent earthquakes spooked him. Some of his old wanderlust may have returned: he moved several times and eventually abandoned the countryside he'd rhapsodized over in his early essays for better-paying work in the cities, first as an editorial writer for an English-language newspaper in Kobe and then as chair of English literature at Tokyo's Imperial University. It seems that the country he once called an "astonishing fairy-land" at last lost its magic—or at least brought him down to earth. What's clear from his later writings is that Hearn became more and more an elegist of Old Japan, resigned to setting down the chronicle of a vanishing world. Toward the end he acknowledged as much: "What is there, finally, to love in Japan except what is passing away?"

Although it's difficult to catch any hint of that change of heart in the last article Hearn wrote for The Atlantic, there's no mistaking him for the same wonderstruck nomad who had declared shortly after his arrival that "The first charm of Japan is as intangible and volatile as a perfume." "Dust" (November 1896) stands out as a striking oddity even in an oeuvre as multifarious as Hearn's: it's another reverie, all right, but an intensely mystical one, a lush meditation on Buddhist spirituality and cosmology that reads like something out of scripture. Hearn's initial curiosity about Japanese religion (Shinto as well as Buddhism) appears to have been of a piece with his general affinity for soaking up exotica in all its most potent forms, but here there are no concessions to journalistic detachment and nothing to suggest that the metaphysical pondering is being done solely for literary effect. The hook for the article is once again the Festival of the Dead; this time Hearn is wandering alone on the edge of town, where he comes upon a group of children playing in the mud near the roadside. Some of them, he notices, are molding miniature gravestones and holding mock funerals for butterflies and cicadas:
The real sorrow and fear of death arise in us only through slow accummulation of experience with doubt and pain; and these little boys and girls, being Japanese and Buddhists, will never, in any event, feel about death just as you or I do. They will find reason to fear it for somebody else's sake, but not for their own, because they will learn that they have died millions of times already, and have forgotten the trouble of it, much as one forgets the pain of successive toothaches. In the strangely penetrant light of their creed, teaching the ghostliness of all substance, granite or gossamer—just as those lately found X-rays make visible the ghostliness of flesh—this their present world, with its bigger mountains and rivers and rice-fields, will not appear to them much more real than the mud landscapes which they made in childhood. And much more real it probably is not.

In later passages Hearn's language takes on greater fervor, rising to the pitch of an Emerson or a Whitman at his most oracular:
Transmigration—transmutation: these are not fables! What is impossible? Not the dreams of alchemists and poets; dross may indeed be changed to gold, the jewel to the living eye, the flower into flesh. What is impossible? If seas can pass from world to sun, from sun to world again, what of the dust of dead selves—dust of memory and thought? Resurrection there is, but a resurrection more stupendous than any dreamed of by Western creeds. Dead emotions will revive as surely as dead suns and moons.

This sounds like a man who has undergone a conversion experience—and in at least one profound sense, that was surely true. Had Hearn not found his way to Japan, he would scarcely merit a footnote in literary or cultural history; he'd be remembered, if at all, as a two-bit collector of esoterica, a penny-dreadful hack, a marginal man of letters with a quarrelsome streak and a quirky name. Instead, following a plotline almost too farfetched for a potboiler novel, fortune handed him a plum of an assignment—capture the vestiges of the storied Japan of yore, at just about the last possible moment before the country makes its great leap forward in sync with the brave new century—and an author's junket turned into an accidental pilgrimage, an odyssey like none other's. One can hear his wonder at it still reverberating in one of the rapturous closing paragraphs of "Dust," which in spite of its cosmic extravagance—or should we say because of it?—offers itself up as the ultimate vagabond writer's valedictory:
I an individual—an individual soul! Nay, I am a population—a population unthinkable for multitude, even by groups of a thousand millions! Generations of generations I am, aeons of aeons! Countless times the concourse now making me has been scattered, and mixed with other scattering. Of what concern, then, the next disintegration? Perhaps, after trillions of ages of burning in different dynasties of suns, the very best of me may come together again.

—David Barber

Photos > Diaspora Vintage Portraits/ People

submitted by James Victor Prineas on 02.04.2012

Members of the Olympic Club

Front Row: (L to R) Ada Kalokerinos, Lily Castrisos,
Lexie Coombes, Adrianna Raftopoulos.

Back Row: (L to R) Minas Caponas, Steve Zantiotis, [To be advised], Basil Kanakis, Basil Eckard.

The club organised many sporting and cultural activities, including soccer, table tennis, cricket, theatre and concerts. See entries in Sporting Life, and Documents, for more background history.

Many members met future life partners through the Olympic Club.

The club was instrumental in forging the relationship between my cousin George Katsoolis, and future wife Helen. (see, History - Oral History - "Katsoolis, Peter & Chrisanthi & son, George - 1978....").

Can other Kytherians elaborate upon their involvement with the Club?

To view a larger collection of photo's, including many Kytherian-Australian photo's go to

http://www.cybernaut.com.au/greeksinoz/photographs/photos.htm


Thanks to Maria Hill, for allowing us to reproduce Kytherian photographs at kythera-family.net.

From Sport and the Australian Greek,
Dr. Steve Georgakis

Standard Publishing House Pty Ltd
Rozelle, Sydney.
2000.

Dr. Steve Georgakis is a second-generation Australian, born in the Sydney suburb of Balmain, the son of immigrants from Epiros in Greece. Educated at Fort Street High School and the University of Sydney, he followed a First-Class Honours degree in Education (Human Movement and Health) with a PhD in Education. In earlier years Dr. Steve Georgakis played professional soccer with Sydney Olympic SC and the Marconi SC. Between 1986 and 1992, he represented Australia in successively the Under 16, the Under 20, and the Olyroo national teams. For two years he was an associate lecturer and in 1999 he was awarded a post-doctoral scholarship, in the Faculty of Education at the University of Sydney.

Sydney Olympic Club

Brief History


Through Nick Fisher’s connections in Sydney, Melbourne Olympic Club (MOC) members travelled to Sydney to play against Greek youth in Sydney who, up until then, had not formed a sporting club but who met on the weekends at Queens Park, Bondi Junction, playing rugby league and cricket. During the Christmas period of 1945, 15 members of MOC competed against Greek youth of Sydney in cricket, athletics and table tennis. After travelling by train to Sydney, MOC were picked up by their billets, as organised by Cypriot Aristedes. Kastellorizans Con Mangos and Con Kanis were billeted out with Kastellorizan relatives. GOCS hired the services of sporting coach Roy Ascot to guide the sporting proceedings. Ascot, a non Greek, eventually became full-time salaried coach for SOC. On 26 December 1945, MOC practised at Rushcutters Bay Park for the cricket match which took place the following day. This occasion marked the first interstate official cricket match between Greek youth clubs in Australia. MOC easily defeated the Sydney select team, before a round of social activities including a visit to church and a farewell function at Archbishop Timotheos’ house prior to their departure.

Given the example and success of MOC, Greek Orthodox Community Sports, (GOCS) was now motivated to form their own properly organised Greek youth club.64 In February, 1946, a steering committee was set up, consisting of senior members of the GOCS, including Andrew Aristedes and Jack Angelides. After the hiring of coach Ray Ascot, a general meeting at Agia Triada Church was called for 27 February 1946 to elect a committee and ratify a constitution. [1] Second generation Kytherans, Con Mottee, Nick Marcells, Bill Psaltis and Ithakan Leo Raptis who was president for the first three years were the main proponents of the new club. Raptis, although only 22 years old was already on the GOCS committee. By early 1946, SOC were playing cricket at Rushcutters Bay against each other. Their first trial game took place when they beat North Katoomba by 180 runs. The game was organised through the efforts of the GOCS and Peter Tzortzopoulos, co-owner of the Niagra and Savoy cafes in Katoomba and a prominent member of the Katoomba golf club. Apart from gaining wide publicity from the local Katoomba newspaper Advertiser the whole management of the GOCS were present including president of the committee, Arthur George. [2] Later that day at the Greek owned Niagra Cafe, the GOCS committee presented the players with white shirts embroidered with the emblem of the SOC. It read “Sydney Olympic Athletic Club” (founded 1946 by the Greek Orthodox Community NSW).

In the 1946-47 cricket season, the SOC entered a cricket team into competition, registering their first win in the Metropolitan Churches Centennial Park Cricket Competition defeating Prescott outright. [3] In 1946, the club organised a dance at the Paddington Town Hall, to raise money for the team going to Melbourne to play the MOC in the Christmas break. This first Melbourne interstate visit involved contests in cricket, track and field and tennis. The team left Sydney on 23 December 1946 and returned 3 January 1947. A two day cricket match at Como Park saw the defeat of SOC team captained by George Stell, formerly of the Paddington Police Boys Club coached by Cohn McKould.

Sporting exchanges between the two clubs increased, the most successful being during the Christmas season of 1949, when SOC defeated MOC, for the first time and won the Hellemc Shield, donated by the Hellenic Club NSW, as they had been victorious in three of the five events. SOC defeated MOC in cricket at Moore Park (Fisher Shield), table tennis at St. Sophia School Hall (Angelides Shield), and swimming at the Coogee Aquarium. MOC won both tennis at Waverly Park (A.T. George Shield), and athletics at Redfern Oval (Polites Shield). New Year’s Eve celebrations and Presentation Night were both held at Paddington Town Hall.

Not until the 12 April 1952, did females of MOC and SOC compete at Moore Park in Sydney with the MOC team winning the netball match (22-10). From SOC’s inception until 1951, the club played predominantly Rugby League, cricket and netball, with their annual games usually taking place during the Australia Day Long Weekend period in January. The annual games also served as selection trials for the interstate visits, and were held at athletic tracks with spectators.

The official organ of the SOC was its monthly VOD (Voice Of Diskobolos) which first appeared in June 1947, its first editor being Nick Marcells. The club’s shield appeared on the front of the magazine with the slogan “healthy mind, healthy body”. [4} Every issue proclaimed that:

The Olympic Club represents Greek Youth of NSW, and its purpose is to keep together Greek Youth. We ourselves have parents who came from Greece, our children will be less Greek in the environment we are in. They may, as already many have, lose entirely their Greek identity. We believe that the Olympic Club must continue to keep together Australian-born Greeks.

Apart from sporting articles, the magazine printed articles on literature and art. The regular 16 page issue was distributed by mail to subscribing club members. The club’s social events which invariably took the form of social dances were advertised. Monthly dances were usually held at the Coronet on George Street. The annual ball and the two presentation nights (one for the summer sports season and one for winter sports season) were held at the Paddington Town Hall. At the presentation nights, trophies were presented to the various teams and athletes by the Archbishop, speeches were made by senior members of the Greek society and there were very few females in attendance.

A typical year of the activities of the club was 1949, with two teams in the cricket competition. Similarly to the situation with MOC, the SOC cricket teams were the most significant of their teams. After winning the Eastern division, the SOC team entered the final of the Churches’ Cricket Union C grade Competition where they played against the winners of 12 other divisions. The C grade junior cricket team won the state premiership, defeating 104 metropolitan teams, and talented players were Con Mottee and George Stell.
The netball team defeated Maroubra in the NSW Premiers Association. The team was made up by J.Varvaressos, T.Stanley, M.Marcels, L.Coombes, N.Limbers, L.Varvaressos, K.Casimaty, I.Rafty and D.Katsoulis. Social events organised by female members included two reviews, a production of their original musical comedy Sproxenia, written by George Stell, a fancy dress ball and monthly dances.

By 1951 the club celebrated its fifth birthday with an artoclassia (a religious celebration: blessing of the bread) at the Holy Trinity Church on 2 December, 1951, the ceremony performed by Archbishop Theophylactos. The first annual ball was held at the Roman Showboat on 4 December, 1951.

Yet new immigrants were not attracted to club membership. An essay competition, “How to bring old and new Greeks together and the best way to do it” was organised and sponsored by the GOCS. Prominent members of the community were the judges.69 Still the club was unable to attract post-War new arrivals and SOC remained interested in only the second generation (Australian born) Greeks.

With news of MOC’s visit to Sydney in 1945, a meeting was called to select players for the Sydney team. [6] Kastellorizan Johny Johns believed that coach Ray Ascot discriminated against and excluded Kastellorizan youth. Johny Johns informed the Kastellorizan society of this and a meeting was called at Jack Charamis’s “PLEASU” city cafe attended by about 100 Kastellorizan youths and priest George Kateris. This meeting elected Angelo Karp, a WWII airforce veteran as a steering president. Subsequently Karp recommended that both youth clubs (KSC and SOC) amalgamate, but members of the club rejected the proposal, so he resigned. The first committee included Jack Charamis (president), Con Vallianos (vice president), John Economos (secretary) and George Alexiou (treasurer).

The success of MOC’s visit to Sydney in December 1945 also stimulated the Kastellorizan Brotherhood to form their own youth club, at the same time as SOC was being formed. [Georgakis then ventures into a history of the Kastellorizan Sports Club]
Therefore the Kastellorizan Sports Club was formed in January, 1946 when the Kastellorizan Brotherhood raised 500 pounds to buy a club house and gymnasium for the newly formed KSC.

Rugby league was the chosen game as many of the boys were familiar with the sport as they had played the game at state primary and high schools. For example Luke Lucas, Basil Anthony and Con Vallianos had attended Cleveland Street Junior High School. Most of the boys knew each other from Saint Sofia Church and the Greek school. For the first few months, the team trained twice weekly at Queens Park under coach Johnny Johns. [7] He had been an avid Rugby League player and supporter in his youth.

The first KSC team formed was a Rugby League team which played its first game on 29 April 1946 when it defeated the John Hunter Shoe Company, a work place team, at Arncliffe Riverside Park. George Netes, an employee of the shoe company had organised the game.

In its first year, the team played against any team available, including once, a side of jockeys. Johnny Johns, a provedore at the fish markets, was successful in obtaining the coaching services of former Rugby League Kangaroo International player Joe Pearce.........(end, bottom, page 155).


1. Where directly not referenced this section on the Sydney Olympic Club (SOC) is from interviews conducted with
Nick Marcells, George Stell, Bill Psaltis, Leo Raptis, Con Mottee.
2. Ethnikon Vema, 20 February 1946, p.4.
3. Hellenic Herald, 28 March 1946, p.4.
4. ibid., 17 October 1946, p.4.
5. Voice of Diskobolos, June 1947, Vol.1, No.1.
6. Hellenic Herald, 13 December 1951, p.3.
7. Where directly not referenced this section on the Kastellonzan Sports Club (KSC) is based on interviews conducted
with former members Con Vallianos, Jack Vallianos, Johnny Economos

Dr. Steve Georgakis is a second-generation Australian, born in the Sydney suburb of Balmain, the son of immigrants from Epiros in Greece. Educated at Fort Street High School and the University of Sydney, he followed a First-Class Honours degree in Education (Human Movement and Health) with a PhD in Education. In earlier years Dr. Steve Georgakis played professional soccer with Sydney Olympic SC and the Marconi SC. Between 1986 and 1992, he represented Australia in successively the Under 16, the Under 20, and the Olyroo national teams. For two years he was an associate lecturer and in 1999 he was awarded a post-doctoral scholarship, in the Faculty of Education at the University of Sydney.

Membership of the club for 1947, indicates that the preponderance were of Kytherian origin.


1947
MEMBERS

ADAMS, Helen.
ADAMS, Lillian.
ANTIPAS, Jeanette.
ANTIPAS, Kathleen.
ANTIPAS. Rent.
ANGELIDES William
ANDREW, Joan
ANDREW, Peter
ANDREW, Poppy.
APOSTLE, Andrew.
APOSTLE, Marie.
ARONEY, Steve.
ASLANIS Minna
ASCOT, Ray.
BARBOUTIS, Mick.
CALPIS, Jack.
CAPOUAS, Anna.
CAPOIUAS, Miutna.
CARIDES, Chris.
CASIMATY, George.
CASIMATY, Motina.
CASIMATY, Mina.
CASSIM, Kathleen.
CASSIMATIS, Nicholas.
CAVALINIS, Kathleen.
CLIMBSON, Edith.
CLIMBSON, Mary.
CONSTANTINE, Con.
CONSTANTINE, Rent.
COMINO, Mary.
CONFOS Con.
CORDARTO, Emmanuel.
CORDELO, Mary.
CREECY, Marie.
DIACOPOULOS, Helen.
DIACOPOULOS, Jack.
DIACOPOULOS, James.
FINOS, Jason.
FINOS Pappy.
GENGOS, Don.
GENGOS, Helen.
GENGOS, Leila.
GEORGE, Effie.
GEORGE, Sue.
GEORGE, John.
GEORGIADIS, John.
GEORGIADIS, Marika.
GEORGIADIS, Stanley.
GIANNIOTIS, Peter.
GEORGIADIS, Sylvia.
GLEESON, Mary.
HOOD, Gloria.
JOANN1DES, Artensis.
JOANNIDES, Sophio.
JOANNIDES, George.
KALLINIKOS, Elizabeth.
KALLIN1KOS, Poppy.
KALOKERINOS, Emmanuel.
KALOKERINOS, Ada.
KALOPEDES, Helen.
KALOPEDES, Mary.
KALOPEDES, Nicholas.
KATSIKAS. George.
KATSOOLIS, Doreen.
KELDOIJLIS, Chris.
KELDOULIS, Chrisanthe.
KELDOULIS, James.
KELDOULIS, Jack.
KEPREOTES, Charles.
KEPREOTES, Doreen.
KEPREOTES, Jack.
KEPREOTES, Nicholas.
KIPRIOTIS, Doris.
KOSTUROS, Nito.
KOULMANDAS, Russell.
KOUVARAS, Olga T.
KOUVARAS, George.
KOUVARAS, Nicholas.
KOUVARAS, Olga M.
LAIRD, Con.
LALAS, Milton.
LALAS, Penelope.
LIMBERS, Con.
LIMBERS, Norma.
LINOS, John.
LINOS, Marion.
MALLOS, Angela.
MALLOS, John.
MARCELLO. George.
MARCELLS, Maria.
MARCELLS, Nicholas.
MARGETIS, George.
MEGALOCONOMOS, George.
MITCHELL, George.
MORRIS, Alec.
MORRIS, Sheila.
MOTTEE, Con P.
MOTTEE Con J
NICHLES, Helen.
NICHLES, James.
NICOLAIDES, Diamantina.
NOTARAS, George.
PALLAS, Jim.
PANARETTO, Basil.
PAPAS, Stephen.
PANDASIS, George.
PAPALEXION, Con.
PAPALEXIQN, Sans.
PETERSON, Marguerita.
PHILLIPS, Eva.
POULOS, Kathleen.
POULOS, Nita.
POULOS, Mary.
PROTOPSALTIS, Con.
PSALTIS, Basil.
PSALTIS, Anne.
PSALTIS, Chriva.
PSALTIS, Detplna.
RAFT, Ida.
RAFT, Penelope.
RAFTOS, Aspasia.
RAFTOS, Jerry.
RAFTOS, Leo.
RAFTOS, Mary.
RAFTOS, Nicholas.
ROSE Stephen.
RONEY, Catherine.
SAKARIS, Sophie.
SARAFIS, Chris.
SCOTT, George.
SERAFIM, George.
SIMOS, Areanthe.
SIMOS, Theodore.
SOULOS, Fifi.
SOULOS, Nita.
STAMELL, Lucy.
STELL, George.
STELL, Kath.
TRAHANAS, Ernest.
VALLAS Mary.
VARVARESSOS, Joan.
VARVARESSOS, Kitty.
VARVARESSOS, Lillian.
VARVARESSOS, Louise.
VARVARESSOS, Maria.
VASSELEU, Kathleen.
VASSELEU, James.
VENES, Joyce.
VENES, Rent.
VLANDIS, Nicholas.
WATTS, Ruth.
ZERVOS, Dorothea.
ZORBAS, James.
ZEORZOPOULOS, George

Photos > Diaspora Vintage Portraits/ People

submitted by Paul Mathers on 30.03.2012

1972 – on the occasion of the 50th ANNIVERSARY OF THE ESTABLISHMENT OF THE Kytherian Association of Australia.

With the help of former Presiident of the Kytherian Association of Australia, John Prineas, and and Vassi Uhrweiss (nee, Margetis) – we can now determine that the photo attached was taken in 1972 – on the occasion of the 50th ANNIVERSARY OF THE ESTABLISHMENT OF THE Kytherian Association of Australia.

It was taken on the occasion of the 50th Anniversary Kytherian Ball.

The photograph features committee members / wives / descendants of the original committee - the founding fathers of the Kytherian Association of Australia - including one founding father - still alive at the time - Mr Bill Feros.

A sophisticated booklet was produced to commemorate the 50th Anniversary / all – copies of which can be found in the KAA Library.

From Left to Right:

Manolis G Casimatis (Past president)
Manolis Sklavos (Later became president)
Bill Feros (Angela Comino's Father and the only founding member, and Original Secretary.)
Manolis Cassimatis and his mother. (His father was the founding president. He later became Vice-President)
Evridiki Psaltis (Wife of John, who was a foundation member)
Mrs Betty Stamel. (Her father Nick Psaltis was also foundation member)
Mrs Theodora Margetis. (Husband Bretos was a founding member.)
Aspacia Sophios (Her husband was on a later Kytherian Association Committee’s. Alec Sophios’ mother, and sister to Theodora Margetis, (nee Lianos)).
Peter Aroney (President for many years)
Angela Alfred (Alfieris)

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submitted by Namoi Valley Independent on 28.03.2012

Dr Archie's life-long legacy

By Marie Hobson, Namoi Valley Independent

Download a .pdf version of this Obituary here:

Kalokerinos_Obit_NVI.pdf


He was named the Greek Australian of the Century but to the people of Collarenebri, Dr Archie Kalokerinos was so much more, with his ground-breaking research saving the lives of hundreds of Aboriginal children.

The esteemed doctor’s death in Sydney, on March 1, at the age of 84, has closed a chapter on an amazing story of a medical pioneer whose work was scorned and rejected by his peers.

The son of hardworking Greek immigrants from Kythera, Nicholas and Mary Kalokerinos, Archivides Kalokerinos was born on September 28, 1927, at Glen Innes where his parents ran the Paragon Cafe.

Nicholas Kalokerinos was driven by one ambition during his life in Australia – with an enormous passion he wanted his children to live a better life than the one he was forced to live and, particularly, he wanted them to be respected in society.
All this had to be done by hard and honest work. The boys Emmanuel, James, Leo and Archie graduated in medicine, while the only girl, Adriana, became a teacher.

After graduating from the University of Sydney, in 1951, Archie Kalokerinos was appointed resident medical officer at Lismore Base Hospital, where the surrounding area was ‘full’ of Greeks – mostly Kytherians.

After that he went to England for five years, during which time he said he “gained the experience that changed him from a boy into a doctor in every sense of the world”.

Returning to Australia, he agreed to work for a few weeks in the isolated town of Collarenebri – 500 miles north-west of Sydney.

“It was meant to give me time to sort myself out – it did more than that – it laid the foundation for everything that mattered,” he wrote in his kythera-family.net memoirs.

“I soon discovered that I was at home in Collarenebri in every way – instead of returning to Sydney I became established as the local doctor but it was not all to be a ‘party’.

“I was about to enter into a medical nightmare of almost destructive proportions that almost overcame me.” On the edge of the town there was an Aboriginal ‘reserve’ – with a number of Aboriginal infants.

Dr Kalokerinos became very concerned about the high mortality rate of Aboriginal children. Many suffered from a series of apparently ‘minor’ infections and then they would die suddenly in various mysterious ways. Autopsies failed to explain why and Dr Kalokerinos sought advice from specialists, a professor of paediatrics, and state and federal departments of health.

Dr Kalokerinos went on to treat many of these children for the symptoms of scurvy and discovered that their health improved – in many cases they were saved from death by ntravenous injections of large doses of Vitamin C.

Dr Kalokerinos recorded his findings in a book, Every Second Child, which referred to the high mortality rate in Aboriginal children.

The doctor moved to Coober Pedy in 1965 and wrote two books about opal mining. In the 1970s he worked closely with Professor Fred Hollows, who taught him opthamology.

From 1976 to 1987, Dr Archie worked with the Aboriginal Medical Service and he worked as a GP in Bingara for 10 years after moving to the North West town in 1982.

He retired from full-time practice in 1993, and apart from performing occasional ‘locums’ in Tamworth, he spent most of the latter part of his life doing private research.

He moved from Tamworth to Cooranbong on the Central Coast, and then to Bondi Junction in Sydney, where he battled Alzheimer’s Disease for the last two years of his life.

Dr Kalokerinos was a Life Fellow of the Royal Society for the Promotion of Health, a Fellow of the International Academy of Preventive Medicine, a Fellow of the Australasian College of Biomedical Scientists, Fellow of the Hong Kong Medical Technology Association, and a Member of the New York Academy of Sciences. He was presented with The Australian Medal of Merit for Outstanding Scientific Research.

The service of thanksgiving took place at St Michael’s Anglican Church, Vaucluse, on Wednesday, March 7. The late Dr Archie Kalokerinos is survived by his wife Catherine and his children Ann, Helen and Peter and a grandson Oscar.

Dr Archie Kalokerinos, the son of hardworking Greek immigrants, who made a difference to the lives of Aboriginal children and their families.

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submitted by Neos Kosmos, Melbourne on 30.03.2012

Archie Kalokerinos. A Pioneering spirit

Neos Kosmos pays tribute to the life and work of Dr Archie Kalokerinos, medical pioneer of the 20th century

Neos Kosmos, 23 Mar 2012

Penni Pappas

Download a .pdf version of this article here:

Neos_Kosmos_Archie.pdf


"He was an incredibly compassionate man, very ethical, honest - to the point of being a bit tactless, confrontational sometimes ... he didn't suffer fools gladly. His patients were of his ultimate importance," explains Dr Archie's wife Catherine.

To those who didn't know Dr Archie, his life's work is an extraordinary tale. It was one fraught with frustration at times, coming against opposition in the medical world, but one that through his strength and care for patients, would see him save many lives.

Archie Kalokerinos was born in the NSW town of Glenn Innes on 28 September 1927. The son of Nicholas and Mary Kalokerinos, migrants from the Greek island of Kythera, Archie was one of five children. His parents ran a cafe in the country town and Archie grew up in the small apartment above the shop.
There will be times in Archie's story where you may wonder was this man was put on the earth for a reason? Fate plays a hand on many occasions in his life.

His education was one such instance. His was a time when the war was ending and Australia was in desperate need for doctors, and even though his educational background left little to be desired, Archie was accepted into medical school at Sydney University.

Archie interned at Lismore Base Hospital, then went to England to further his training as a surgeon - in England he met his first wife and had a daughter Ann.
In 1957, fate would play another hand in his life. Archie took a role for three weeks as the locum in the isolated town of Collarenebri.

His time in Collarenebri would change his life forever. It would be where he would meet his wife Catherine, it was where he would develop a life-long friendship with Emanuel Petrohelos, and his son Bill - who happened to be his father's next-door neighbours in Greece, and it would be where his medical pioneering spirit would really take off.
In his biography, Archie says that before he left Sydney to work in Collarenebri, a nurse told him that he would lose a lot of babies.

"I thought that this could not be so because I knew 'everything' that needed to be known," he said, "I could handle 'anything'".

What he wasn't expecting was the sheer volume of infant deaths that he was seeing - unexplained deaths mainly from the Aboriginal children of the reserve situated on the edge of the town. His concern for his patients saw him contact experts. He said he was "openly shunned by doctors". He was told this didn't occur anywhere else in Australia and that the problem was due to something he was doing. He knew this wasn't right.

He soon discovered a similar problem existed in many areas of indigenous communities all over Australia, to the point he authored a book called Every Second Child about the infant death epidemic he was witnessing. He conducted autopsies on the infants to try to find out what was going on but his attempts were thwarted by authorities.

Frustrated with what he was seeing - and hearing about Bill's success as an opal miner in Coober Pedy - Archie hung up his stethoscope and tried his hand at opal mining in 1965, with the intention of never returning to medicine.

A chance meeting with a group of semi-tribal Aborigines discussing infant deaths in their community would force Archie to revisit the medical world. He said he met a woman from the tribe who said to him: "we do not know why our children get sick and die. Before white men came this did not happen".

That night, Archie slept under the stars and thought. His thoughts turned to Vitamin C; maybe, he considered, if children get sick they can't absorb Vitamin C and maybe the answer is to administer them with Vitamin C by injection. Obsessed with this theory, Archie knew what he had to do: he had to get back to medicine in order to demonstrate whether it was true.
In Sydney, Archie received a phone call that would change everything. Tom Clark, from the Collarenebri District Hospital told him of a doctor's position that had become available and asked if he'd like to return?

"It was like asking me to accept a million dollars," recounts Archie in his biography. The next problem he faced was finding somewhere he could practice his hypothesis - then he was faced with Mary, a sick Aboriginal girl, with what presented as meningitis. Mary was seriously ill and Archie knew he had to administer Vitamin C. But the matron at the time - a formidable force - would not allow him to do this. He remembers it as a tug of war, which Archie ultimately won. He immediately administered the Vitamin C.
"Twenty minutes later Mary was normal," he said. "I had performed a miracle."

As the doctor at the time, the infant mortality rate went from the highest in the world, to the lowest overnight. This discovery would see Archie's work take on a completely different path than that of a country-town doctor. He would continue on working with cases relating to sudden infant death syndrome, shaken baby syndrome, go on to meet some of the world's finest medical and scientific minds including: Glenn Detman, Fred Hollows, Fred Klenner, Irwin Stone and dual Nobel laurete Liuns Pauling. His work with Vitamin C would take him to far corners of the world such as the US, Mexico, Italy, Asia and Alaska.

But his time in Collarenebri saw his life take another turn, on the path of love.

Whilst working, he met a young English nurse, Catherine Hunter. A strong woman in her own right, their's was a supportive and loving marriage that at first may not have happened.

"Archie was very marriage shy," explains Catherine. "He said to me 'this isn't a proposal, do you think you could marry me?' I remember thinking that's one of the weirdest things I had ever heard. I think I said something like 'I really don't know, I'd have to get to know you a lot better', and that must have satisfied him."

They were married on 17 December 1977.
Together they had two children, Helen and Peter, who remember a dad who was not only committed to his life's work, but a father who was always there.
In her eulogy, Helen remembers "a playful dad... down on all fours, chasing us and playing monsters in the hallway in Bingara."

When asked about his achievements, Catherine is certain Archie would say his children.
"He used to say: 'I was never happier than sitting down with one little head on one lap and one little head on the other knee.'"

Archie raised his family in the country town of Bingara, in NSW where he worked as the local doctor. Peter remembers the time.

"Dad would go to work early to do hospital rounds, but was home around 4:00 pm in the afternoon when he would spend time with us tending to his prized lawn or building furniture in his workshop."

During this time, his work was recognised by the television show This is Your Life, but, not without controversy as the AMA tried to ban the broadcast.

"You could describe him as a passionate Greek - very full on," says Catherine. It was at the opening of the Kytheraismos Conference II in Canberra in 2006, that then Prime Minister John Howard acknowledged his achievements and said: "through his consistent and selfless efforts saved the lives of many young indigenous Australians". In 2000, he was named Greek Australian of the Century by Neos Kosmos.

Archie peacefully passed away on 1 March 2012. He suffered from dementia and at the end of his life was in a home. It was a hard time for family and friends and Peter describes it as a "heart wrenching time".

A brave humanitarian who knew no bounds when it came to saving the life of a patient, Archie will always be remembered for his determined work, for being a proud Greek Australian, and for being a loving husband, father, friend and caring doctor.

"Because of you, thousands of babies were born and thousands more lived to tell their tale," Helen said in closing to her eulogy.

"You have to wonder about fate, the divine plan of whatever you want to call it," ponders Catherine of her life with a man who truly was a pioneer of medicine.

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submitted by Saint Haralambos Church, Tuggerah on 27.03.2012

Mr Jim Drivas, Vice President, Committee member, and builder

at the laying of the foundation stone ceremony, Saint Haralambos Church.

Looking on proudly in the background is President, Tas Fermanis.


Address:

Saint Haralambos
Lot 4,
Fleet Close
Tuggerah 2259
NSW

Which is off Lyons Drive, in the Tuggerah Business Park.

Postal Address:

PO Box 137
The Entrance 2261
CENTRAL COAST
NSW

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Life of Saint Haralambos


Ph: President, Tas Fermanis

Email Tas Fermanis, here

Email Gloria Fermanis, here

Email Lucky Anagnostou, here


Download the Saint Haralambos programme for the 2012 year, here:

Ayios_Haralambos_Tuggerah_2012_Annual_Program.pdf


Message from, Dr Tas Fermanis MBBS, UNSW, President

Dear friends, supporters and parishioners of “Saint Haralambos” of Central Coast NSW. Congratulations. We laid the Foundation Stone of our Church bearing the name “Saint Haralambos”. Witnessed by over a thousand worshippers, the Foundation Stone was laid by His Eminence Archbishop Stylianos, Primate of the Orthodox Church in Australia, and Exarch of the Ecumenical Council, supported by His Grace Bishop Seraphim of Apollonias and helped by Clergy and Deacons, in front of Mr Chris Hartcher MP for Terrigal and Minister of Central Coast, Councillor Doug Eaton of Wyong Council and his wife, representing the Mayor of Wyong, Mr David Harris with his wife and family, ALP spokesperson for the seat of Wyong and representative of Mr Chris Spence MP for the seat of The Entrance.

After many years of fund raising and planning, organising and numerous meetings, the Dream has become a reality with the naming and the laying of the Foundation Stone on the framework that is to be the floor of the Church of “Saint Haralambos”.

Parishioners and worshipers packed the tent that the Service took place with hundreds on the outside areas and participated in the Liturgy which was carried out by His Grace Bishop Seraphim of Apollonias and assisted by a number of Priests.

Following the Liturgy, the Foundation Day Service took place with the Blessing of The Water (Agiasmos) and Laying of the Foundation Stone.

May I congratulate and thank the Members of the Committee of the Parish, their wives and many others who have helped and continue to help us in this Holy Goal.

I would like to especially thank my brother and friend, Mr Jim Dimis, Senior Vice President and Chairperson of the Committee, for his outstanding work, dedication and ability to complete all preparations for the day. What Jim Dimis has done is now well known and need not be said.

I am honoured and humbled by what has been accomplished in such a small period of time.

I would also like to thank the group of Ladies who worked tirelessly throughout the year on all the functions we had as in BBQs and other social fund raising events.

Finally, I would like to thank each and every one of you for your continuing support and generosity.

Peter Magiros holding the golden key to the Church of Saint Haralambos Peter donated a significant sum to obtain the right to name the Church - SAINT HARALAMBOS. Peter aand his family are great Kytherian, Hellenic, and Greek Orthodox Church benefactors.

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submitted by Saint Haralambos Church, Tuggerah on 27.03.2012

Peter Magiros holding the golden key to the Church of Saint Haralambos

Peter donated a significant sum to obtain the right to name the Church - SAINT HARALAMBOS. Peter aand his family are great Kytherian, Hellenic, and Greek Orthodox Church benefactors.

Photograph by:

Angelique (Taylor) Papadelias
Little Screen Big Screen Pty Ltd
M:+61 421 284283
E: Email Angelique (Taylor) Papadelias , here
A: PO BOX 123,
Paddington 2021
NSW
Australia


Address:

Saint Haralambos
Lot 4,
Fleet Close
Tuggerah 2259
NSW

Which is off Lyons Drive, in the Tuggerah Business Park.

Postal Address:

PO Box 137
The Entrance 2261
CENTRAL COAST
NSW

Ph: President, Tas Fermanis

Email Tas Fermanis, here

Email Gloria Fermanis, here

Email Lucky Anagnostou, here

Download the Saint Haralambos programme for the 2012 year, here:

Ayios_Haralambos_Tuggerah_2012_Annual_Program.pdf

Message from, Dr Tas Fermanis MBBS, UNSW, President

Dear friends, supporters and parishioners of “Saint Haralambos” of Central Coast NSW. Congratulations. We laid the Foundation Stone of our Church bearing the name “Saint Haralambos”. Witnessed by over a thousand worshippers, the Foundation Stone was laid by His Eminence Archbishop Stylianos, Primate of the Orthodox Church in Australia, and Exarch of the Ecumenical Council, supported by His Grace Bishop Seraphim of Apollonias and helped by Clergy and Deacons, in front of Mr Chris Hartcher MP for Terrigal and Minister of Central Coast, Councillor Doug Eaton of Wyong Council and his wife, representing the Mayor of Wyong, Mr David Harris with his wife and family, ALP spokesperson for the seat of Wyong and representative of Mr Chris Spence MP for the seat of The Entrance.

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After many years of fund raising and planning, organising and numerous meetings, the Dream has become a reality with the naming and the laying of the Foundation Stone on the framework that is to be the floor of the Church of “Saint Haralambos”.

Parishioners and worshipers packed the tent that the Service took place with hundreds on the outside areas and participated in the Liturgy which was carried out by His Grace Bishop Seraphim of Apollonias and assisted by a number of Priests.

Following the Liturgy, the Foundation Day Service took place with the Blessing of The Water (Agiasmos) and Laying of the Foundation Stone.

May I congratulate and thank the Members of the Committee of the Parish, their wives and many others who have helped and continue to help us in this Holy Goal.

I would like to especially thank my brother and friend, Mr Jim Dimis, Senior Vice President and Chairperson of the Committee, for his outstanding work, dedication and ability to complete all preparations for the day. What Jim Dimis has done is now well known and need not be said.

I am honoured and humbled by what has been accomplished in such a small period of time.

I would also like to thank the group of Ladies who worked tirelessly throughout the year on all the functions we had as in BBQs and other social fund raising events.

Finally, I would like to thank each and every one of you for your continuing support and generosity.

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submitted by Sandy Thorne on 26.03.2012

Paul Calokerinos. The last dinki-di Greek cafe owner?

Pages 140-142 in the book, Old-Timers. Magnificent stories from mighty Australians.

To read the remainder of the Paul Calokerinos vignette - BUY the book, Old-Timers. Magnificent stories from mighty Australians

His hands move swiftly, confidently, for he has consrructed this masterpiece many, many times. To watch him at work is to enjoy his art.. . . the art of feeding a hungry human. Not with a stir-fry, pasta, tapas, omelette or quiche, for the person waiting to demolish his devoted effort is a bloke from the bush, and he wants a 'proper feed'. He has put his trust in the professionalism of the cafe owner, to meet, and perhaps exceed, his appetite's expectations, for he knows the Greek man will know - as so many of his countrymen have known for more than half a century - exactry what an Aussie country bloke wants on his plate.

Half a bullock is sizzling on the hotplate. The smell of the onions frying around it is torture to the waiting man, whose sweat-stained Akubra sits on the floor beside his well-worn RM Williams work boots, like an obedient dog. The Greek man knows what that heavenly ftagrance will be doing to him, and represses a small, knowing smile as he gets on with his work.

From the comer of his eye, he sees the customer demolish the bread roll like a king tide devouring a sandcastle, and again he enjoys a little private smile, which this time is slightly sad. His magnificent homegrown olive oil sits unwanted on the table -the man has naturally opted for the butter pats. Only city visitors seem to appreciate the significance of the choice offered. One day, maybe not in his time, but one day, all Australians will go for the product he is so proud of. Still, the puzzled expressions of the bushmen, when glancing at the bowl of oil, always brings a little humour into his day.

On an oval plate that would hold a far-sized dog, he deftly arranges the salad-traditional, of course: lettuce, tomato, onion, beetroot, com kernels, grated carrot. He pushes all that closely together before patting a generous serve of mashed potato nearby - the edible bed that the sizzling bullock will soon recline upon. Bewdiful! A match made in heaven. But wait, there's more A cloak of golden brown onions for the gorgeous beast, a perfect fried egg placed reverently on top-bright yellow yolk the hue of happiness. Then the jewels in the crown are flnally added: at least 53 fat, golden chips - proper chips - proudly positioned on the fourth floor of this culinary edifice. A big piece of baked pumpkin stands to attention, glued to the beel half a pannikin of peas are pushed into the mash, while six mushrooms take up the opposite side, like bollards at the edge of the plate. Every centimetre of crockery surface is covered. It's quite amazing, but it's not finished . . . Ah, the piece de resistance . . . a fried pineapple ring-for 'something sweet' - is put into place with the skill of a CWA cake decorator. No brand-new father, no Olympic gold-medal winner, could outshine the expression of immense pride on this architect's face, as he carries the tray bearing that splendid meal to the hungry bushman. Is that a tear in his eye as he looks up at his lifesaver? Generosity-the pleasure of giving - radiates from the Greek man's face, savouring the spellbound expression of his guest as he gazes in sheer wonder at the sight before him. Naturally, he grabs a chip firsr, but before consigning it to its 'interior decorating' career path, he manages a heartfelt and eloquent: 'Thanks, mate. That'll shut the old tapeworm up.'

With those poeric, beautiful words threatening to overwhelm him, the Greek man gives a small bow, saying, 'Enjoy your meal,' and retums to his beloved hotplate. At this point he often enjoys a little speculation as to whether the customer will manage to consume his entire construction, but seeing this chap is big enough to hold a water buffalo out ro pee, he has a pretty good hunch that his plate will come back almost clean enough ro pur srraight back into the cupboard.

Paul calokerinos glances around his cafe. The other customers are all happy with their gigantic hamburgers, generous toasted sangers, gorgeous cakes, pots of good coffee or delicious malted milkshakes. He doesn't do so many of the traditional, Greek cafe big meals lately. Except for his customers who are on the land, still doing hard physical work, he's found that most people eat less these days, because they work less.

continued on pages 143-152 in the book, Old-Timers. Magnificent stories from mighty Australians.

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submitted by Kytherian Cultural Exchange on 25.03.2012

Zoe Savina at the unveiling of "Spirit of Mercury" sculpture

by Japanese sculptor Masaaki Noda donation, to the City of Marathon

Αποκαλυπτήρια το “Πνεύμα του Ερμή” γλυπτό του Ιάπωνα γλύπτη Μasaaki Noda. Δωρεά του στο Δήμο του Μαραθώνα.

http://www.zoesavina.com/ekdilwseis-Marathonas.html

Lacadio Hearn links two traditions and two cultures.

Zoe Savina studied at The Professional School of Athens and Design and Decorative Arts in Italy. She writes poetry, haiku, tanka, minicuentos, essays, fairy tales, and critical presentations, which have been published in poetry journals, anthologies, newspapers, Who's Who, presented on the radio and television, in 19 countries. She has published 19 poetry collections and an international haiku anthology. Her haiku-tanka collection Enchantress was awarded The Poetry Prize by The Society of Greek Writers, and its third edition was translated into 6 languages. Savina is a member of The National Association of Greek Writers, founding member of The Coordinating Center of Hellenism, member of The World Haiku Association and an honorary member of The Yugoslav Haiku Association.

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submitted by Kytherian Cultural Exchange on 25.03.2012

Zoe Savina with butterflies that adorn her various artistic dedications to Lafcadio Hearn

Οι πεταλούδες είναι χειροτεχνία της Ζ.Σαβίνα με "κολλάζ" σπασμένες λέξεις από τα χαϊκού του Λευκάδιου Χερν

Featured at the exhibition:

“THE OPEN MIND OF LAFCADIO HEARN”

Events in his honor on the 120th anniversary of the arrival of Kozumi Yakuo in Japan International Art Exhibit dedicated to
Lafcadios Hearn At the museum:

“Lafcadios Hearn Memorial Museum” “Castel Mastue”

October 10th – November 14th, 2010
(the works will also be shown in other Japanese cities)

From - http://www.zoesavina.com/ekdilwseis-lefkadios-hern.html

Zoe Savina studied at The Professional School of Athens and Design and Decorative Arts in Italy. She writes poetry, haiku, tanka, minicuentos, essays, fairy tales, and critical presentations, which have been published in poetry journals, anthologies, newspapers, Who's Who, presented on the radio and television, in 19 countries. She has published 19 poetry collections and an international haiku anthology. Her haiku-tanka collection Enchantress was awarded The Poetry Prize by The Society of Greek Writers, and its third edition was translated into 6 languages. Savina is a member of The National Association of Greek Writers, founding member of The Coordinating Center of Hellenism, member of The World Haiku Association and an honorary member of The Yugoslav Haiku Association.

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submitted by Saint Haralambos Church, Tuggerah on 09.04.2012

Archbishop Stylianos present at the laying of the foundation stone, Saint Haralambos Church, Tuggerah

Download the Saint Haralambos programme for the 2012 year, here:

Ayios_Haralambos_Tuggerah_2012_Annual_Program.pdf

Message from, Dr Tas Fermanis MBBS, UNSW, President

Dear friends, supporters and parishioners of “Saint Haralambos” of Central Coast NSW. Congratulations. We laid the Foundation Stone of our Church bearing the name “Saint Haralambos”. Witnessed by over a thousand worshippers, the Foundation Stone was laid by His Eminence Archbishop Stylianos, Primate of the Orthodox Church in Australia, and Exarch of the Ecumenical Council, supported by His Grace Bishop Seraphim of Apollonias and helped by Clergy and Deacons, in front of Mr Chris Hartcher MP for Terrigal and Minister of Central Coast, Councillor Doug Eaton of Wyong Council and his wife, representing the Mayor of Wyong, Mr David Harris with his wife and family, ALP spokesperson for the seat of Wyong and representative of Mr Chris Spence MP for the seat of The Entrance.

After many years of fund raising and planning, organising and numerous meetings, the Dream has become a reality with the naming and the laying of the Foundation Stone on the framework that is to be the floor of the Church of “Saint Haralambos”.

Parishioners and worshipers packed the tent that the Service took place with hundreds on the outside areas and participated in the Liturgy which was carried out by His Grace Bishop Seraphim of Apollonias and assisted by a number of Priests.

Following the Liturgy, the Foundation Day Service took place with the Blessing of The Water (Agiasmos) and Laying of the Foundation Stone.

May I congratulate and thank the Members of the Committee of the Parish, their wives and many others who have helped and continue to help us in this Holy Goal.

I would like to especially thank my brother and friend, Mr Jim Dimis, Senior Vice President and Chairperson of the Committee, for his outstanding work, dedication and ability to complete all preparations for the day. What Jim Dimis has done is now well known and need not be said.

I am honoured and humbled by what has been accomplished in such a small period of time.

I would also like to thank the group of Ladies who worked tirelessly throughout the year on all the functions we had as in BBQs and other social fund raising events.

Finally, I would like to thank each and every one of you for your continuing support and generosity.

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submitted by Kytherian Obituaries on 21.03.2012

Archie Kalokerinos 1927-2012. With Aboriginal children at Collarenebri, north western NSW, 1971

Tribute to Archie Kalokerinos

http://becandrichie.wordpress.com/tag/dr-archie-kalokerinos/

Today Richie and I are off to a memorial service of a man who changed the world he lived in. This man was not just the father of a mate of mine, but an authority on Vitamin C deficiency, an Honorary Medical Advisor for Aboriginal Health in Australia and a world authority on Opals just to name a few achievements.

He wrote this book which we found in my mother-in-law’s library one day.

I’ll never forget the day when Archie met Richie at my mate’s wedding. Noticing his Aboriginality, Archie made a bee-line for Richie and almost didn’t leave his side for most of the day sharing stories about his time in Coober Pedy opal mining and stories of treating indigenous people in his travels.

So today’s Words are taken from Isaiah:

Isaiah 35:10 (NIV)

10 and those the LORD has rescued will return.
They will enter Zion with singing;
everlasting joy will crown their heads.
Gladness and joy will overtake them,
and sorrow and sighing will flee away.

Rest in Peace Archie until everlasting joy will crown your head and when you’ll enter Zion with singing.

For further insight into his the impact Archie made in our world, go to the Sydney Morning Hearld Legacy Guest Book to see more tributes made by the public.

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submitted by John Sourrys on 18.03.2012

The Golden Greeks

Photograph: George and Maria Sourrys and family.

John Sourrys


One of the species thrown up by the outback was the Greek Cafe. Hailing from the small island of Kythera, the Greeks began to come to Australia from the turn of the last century. Sydney was to be the first stop. The Greek immigrant would work for another Greek in a Cafe, pay off his passage and learn the trade. first by standing behind the cash register. Then with a little capital, venture to all towns in New South Wales and Queensland.

The central heartbreak of every Greek is that he leaves behind a community, a place where every rock and piece of grass is known. After tbe privations of a long voyage. He arrives in Australia without any language. Only one who has arrived on a foreign shore can tell you what it feels like.

One such Kytherian was George Sourys. He first went to Mt Isa, a mining town in North West Queensland. It was a frontier town where the streets often ran with blood. Small tent houses sprang up around the mines. There was a link with aborigines. Some of the whites had gone native. They were usually sunburnt and the scars on their faces bore testimony to some past battle. Barefooted they had a black wife with one child on the breast and bringing up the rear would be these half-caste children.

Nor was the link with the aborigines confined to the poorer classes. An English Governor came to Mt Isa for a civil reception, he excused himself to go and find his nephew. His nephew was an aboriginal boy, his brother’s son. His rebellious brother had left England never to return, and as the Governor sat by the campfire with the young aboriginal, tears rolled down his face.

George was interested in buying a business in this boomtown. The lead bonus had attracted workers. He put a 100 pound deposit on a shop. The sulphur fumes from the mine would stand above the ground , burning your eyes and people were continually coughing. Georgie, as he was called, decided to leave when a railway stationmaster told him 'I am getting out, these fumes will kill you’.

He then went to Hughenden. Hughenden. Hughenden in North West Queensland, midway between Townsville and Mt Isa. was named after Disraeli’s residence in England. It stood on the Flinders, River and was an important sheep and railway town. With large sheep stations around it, it was the centre of the shearing industry. About 200km from Winton where Banjo Patterson penned Waltzing Matilda, it was said to be the first town where Waltzing Matilda was sung publicly.

Lacking any capital, he bought a horse and cart. He called the horse Lucy, after an Australian girl whose temperament he admired. He would make his own ice cream and pies. He would go around the town by day ringing his bell calling out “ice cream, pies" in his broken English. At nights he would pull up outside the movie theatre.

Somebody mustn't have liked the way he operated, because one morning he woke up and found Lucy his horse gone. Frantically he looked everywhere for her. He suspected one of the cafe owners. lt meant he was finished. A young boy told him that he’d seem a horse up the river. There was never a more joyous reunion when he found her.

Two things happened that set Georgies destiny in Hughenden. A shop became available near the railway line. The previous owners had gone broke. It was on the wrong side of the town ut well equipped. He went to see a Mr Llewellyn, the manager from the Bank of New South Wales. He told him “I’ll back you”. It never would have happened today. This began a love affair with the Bank of New South Wales. Later, the future Bank Managers would send a teller to Georgies to collect the takings and save him a trip to the bank.

The other event that occurred was that the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbour. In a short time Australia was overrun with thousands of American Servicemen. Being in the north, a base was set up outside Hughenden. Georgies became very busy. Being raised on a Greek Island, he knew how to cook fish. The fish would arrive from Townsville by rail. ‘Nobody cooked fish like Georgie,’ remarked a Mrs Cath Murphy in Mt Isa. He stayed open until the early hours of the morning, until the last dime was spent.

The Americans had money. Always accompanied by a band, they were an attractive group. They would jump on the running board of the taxi and call out, "Go man Go”.

They went to local dances. The Aussies could say to another nationality after the war years 'no dancing with the white girls'. This was funny because the coloured girls did not go to the dance and the Americans ignored the Australian men. Anyway the Australian girls were attracted to their flashy ways. Skirmishes broke out and one night the Americans gave the Aussies a hiding.

Two things dominated the Greek mind. Capital and a safe to put your money in. He began to make a lot of money, but safes were not available. An Emmanuel Comninos, another Kytherian who went through Hughenden remembered that he had a huge rubbish bin filled with money, figuring that if he were robbed, no one would look in the rubbish bin. At night during the blackout, he would walk home with his money rolled up in a newspaper under one arm and the other carrying a knife. He would wave it in front of him as he walked home in the darkness.

One day an American officer called him aside and told him 'George where we come from we don't serve niggers'. He didn't like the idea that George was serving black servicemen. Stories were circulating around town that if a Negro misbehaved, they’d shoot him. Georgie said, 'everybody is the same to me'.

One thing he learnt in Brisbane was that you had to be consistent. He felt that it was a failure of the Aussie businessmen that he would be up one day and down the next. He began to give credit. There was a method in his madness, because he figured, then they wouldn't steal from you. He also got the reputation that he was easy to put the bite on. A young railway man in Hughenden, away from his family, soon found out he could get a few bob. Some young men are belittled and bullied. Self-accusatory, they would not be received by the group. But if they could motion Georgie out the back of the shop and walk out with 5 pounds, they felt like somebody did care. The secret was simple. A young man might feel like doing himself in, but if he had one friend he was okay. Now we hear of black deaths in custody and youth suicides in the bush.

He was not avaricious. However, over the course of time, nearly everyone in Hughenden owed him money. He trusted people where others would feel trust was ridiculous. People would come to him with all sorts of propositions. He bought the whole block in the street and he used to like it when travelling with showmen like Lucky Grills would erect a tent on his vacant lot and thank 'George Sourrys for providing us with the land '. People like Lucky Grills never forgot him. George Moore the famous jockey would have a cup of coffee with him. One day Wirth’s Circus came to town and a circus handler bought a small elephant into the shop. George started protesting 'get the elephant outside'. 'Watch out for the showcases’. Glass was hard to get in the bush towns. The handler was a bit cheeky and he yelled out, ‘he only wants a drink of water, he's thirsty.’ There were people running everywhere with buckets of water.

Georgie was a good dancer who would dance Zorba like for hours. John Corones from Brisbane said that they’d dance when they closed the shop. They’d put on the phonograph and start dancing. The Aussies would peer through the windows. They’d never see anything like it, and they’d throw their hats up in the air and burst out laughing.

As be said many times, civility costs nothing. He liked the commercial travellers who came through the town. He respected them and never let them go without plying them with his hospitality. One traveller said ‘you’re the only person between Townsville and the Isa who offers me a drink'. Sometimes the young commercial traveller would become the Managing Director and he never forgot that kindness.

Now George owned a couple of other shops that he bought and closed down. They would be unoccupied and another group would make a proposition. They were the down and outers, although they didn 't see themselves like that. They were without family home or money and liked alcohol. Sometimes they lived on the riverbank. They proposed to George that they move in, and they would look after the empty property. George considered the possibilities. If they were to move in, he knew they'd guard the property and the Insurance Company couldn’t knock him back by saying that the building was unoccupied. There were no better caretakers. They’d take pride in pointing out there were no broken windows and reporting, ‘I saw some bloke hanging around and let him know I was watching’. Everybody won.

George’s business still stands in Hughenden. It is now run by his daughter, Gina, with the same good will and fellowship and a desire to make everybody happy.

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submitted by Sydney Morning Herald on 16.03.2012

Archie Kalokerinos 1927-2012. Doctor prevented infant mortality

Sydney Morning Herald.

March 17, 2012

Archie Kalokerinos … created a treatment for zinc deficiency. Photo: Peter Stoop


Archie Kalokerinos, son of a Greek cafe owner, with plenty of brains and a medical degree, bounced around the world getting experience - not settling to surgery, trying general practice - until a problem came to his attention which was to preoccupy him for the rest of his life.

That was the plight of the Aboriginal people, in particular the impossibly high infant mortality rate he encountered in regional NSW. In one Aboriginal community every second Aboriginal infant was dying. Kalokerinos adopted a radical ''counter intuitive'' therapy - boosting the immune system - and brought the infant mortality rate there down to zero. He embraced preventative medicine, particularly in the beneficial use of vitamin C. Some of Kalokerinos's theories were controversial, but he had some powerful support. The dual Nobel-prize winner Linus Pauling, in the foreword to Kalokerinos's book Every Second Child, endorsed his views. In 1975, film director Phillip Noyce produced a documentary on him and Aboriginal healthcare entitled, God Only knows Why, But it Works. It was claimed that a ''Schindler's List'' could be drawn up, of children he had saved and their offspring.

Kalokerinos, who worked with the Aboriginal Medical Service at Redfern from 1976 to 1982, did not forget his origins. He once said: ''My Greek background acted, always, as the guiding light through the darkness and unknown." In 2000 the Greek newspaper Neos Kosmos named him ''Greek Australian of the Century''.

Archivides Kalokerinos was born on September 28, 1927, third son of Nicholas Kalokerinos, who had migrated to Australia from the Greek island of Kythera in 1913 and married a Greek girl, Mary (nee Megaloconomos). The couple had moved to Glen Innes, where Archie went to a local public school. In 1939 the family decided to move to Sydney to give their children better educational opportunities. Nicholas opened a shop in Old South Head Road, Rose Bay. The family lived upstairs and Archie went to a technical high school.

Archie followed his older brothers, James and Emmanuel, into medicine and graduated from the University of Sydney in 1951. He undertook 18 months as a resident at Lismore Base Hospital, then went to Britain hoping to progress to specialist surgery. He married a nurse, Audrey, there but decided not to pursue surgery, and in 1957 returned to Australia.

Kalokerinos's marriage ended in divorce. He became a hospital superintendent at Collarenebri and in 1965, frustrated in his efforts to curb the Aboriginal infant mortality rate, he joined his friend Bill Petrohelos and went opal mining at Coober Pedy, practising medicine on the side, including running a clinic at Lightning Ridge. But life was not entirely tranquil. He later wrote: ''I … found myself involved in a terrible brawl that left me with six fractured ribs and a ruptured kidney. While recovering I sought solace in the desert and that is how I met an elderly Aboriginal woman who told me that before white men came the Aboriginal children did not die as they did now.'' From that moment, he decided to return to Collarenebri to resume full-time medical practice.

He was surprised to discover that some of the children had symptoms of scurvy. After trying to treat them with antibiotics and vitamin C, he found that the effects of vitamin C therapy were dramatic. He reported on this, encountering scepticism from some within his profession. He believed there was a link between vitamin C deficiency and sudden infant death syndrome. He also found that some children had a disease that affected their taste buds so that food tasted foul, and they were being tube-fed. He realised they were suffering a zinc deficiency and came up with a treatment that is now routine.

Kalokerinos started with the Aboriginal Medical Service in 1976. In December, 1977, he married another nurse, Catherine Hunter. In 1978 he was subject of a This Is Your Life television program. He was also awarded the Australian Medal of Merit for outstanding scientific work.

In 1982, Kalokerinos decided to return to private practice and started in Bingara, in the New England tablelands. In 2002 he retired from full-time medical practice and moved to Cooranbong, on the NSW central coast. Holding several medical fellowships, including Fellowship of the Royal Society for the Promotion of Health, he completed locums, pursued private research and wrote a an autobiography, Medical Pioneer of the Twentieth Century.

Archie Kalokerinos is survived by Catherine, a son and two daughters, five grandchildren and a great-grandchild.

Malcolm Brown