Nicholaos Artemios Nazos, aka Kromydas, 2 June 1934—28 Oct 2016 |
Jeff––Saturday
There is no such thing as an easy memorial to write, but this one’s nigh on impossible for me.
There is no such thing as an easy memorial to write, but this one’s nigh on impossible for me.
How do I console a place that’s lost its fiercest link to
the essence of what it once was?
How will the children of Mykonos learn that what they see
all about them is not what made their island home what it is today, now that
the truest teller of its tales is gone?
Who will inspire its youth with a genuine appreciation of a
past long gone to keep their island’s moral compass firmly fixed on true north
as they battle blindly forward against seductive, relentless siren songs?
Nicholaos Aremios Nazos—known across the island by his nickname,
Kromydas (meaning onions)—died at 82 years of age on October 28, 2016, a day
described in my last Saturday’s post as the Greek National holiday of “OXI Day.”
A fitting—albeit far too soon—final resting day for this dedicated son of
Mykonos, for it represents the sort of courage, spirit, and unwavering
perseverance that made him the man so many knew and loved.
In 1940, when Niko was six, Greece refused to surrender to
the German-Italian war machine and he faced five years of starvation and
occupation horrors; from ten to thirteen he lived through the Greek Civil War
(1946-1949); and in his thirties, Greece’s Junta dictatorship years of 1967-74.
I shall not be so presumptuous as to attempt to chronicle his
life or record the impact he had on so many, but his ever-present black
fisherman’s cap (often with a sprig of basil tucked behind his ear), cigarette
in hand, and mischievous smile graced the harbor front every morning and found
the perfect café table each evening along the island’s most heavily trafficked
lanes. In between, he somehow managed to do all the right things to create and
support a truly wonderful family.
At the funeral a mutual friend described Niko as, “a
restless spirit, always one step ahead, stoic, and independent, but above all decent,
with a moral code that made us all proud to be his friend.”
I couldn’t agree more.
It seems as if I’ve always known Niko, but perhaps that’s
because if you were around him, you couldn’t miss him, any more than you could
a bright splash of color on a whitewashed wall.
We first spent a lot of time together talking a dozen years
ago, when I wrote my debut Andreas Kaldis novel, Murder in Mykonos. The
abandoned barite mines along the northern edge of the island featured
prominently in my story and Niko had worked in those mines in the 1950s. He told me how he’d hike in over the
mountains each Sunday night with enough food to last him until Saturday, when
he’d hike back to town. He told me a lot of stories about those years, and his
words found their way into my work through the attitudes and traits of many of
my characters.
He’d survived Mykonos’ impoverished days, seen it in
transition when he served among the island’s first taxi drivers, and ultimately
rode the wave of its building boom to prosperity by establishing a hardware and
contractor supply business.
Niko’s life centered on family (his wife Michele, their sons
Artemis and Alexis, and daughter Virginia), and by far his greatest joy came
each weekend, when he and his wife Michele hosted all of their grandchildren
overnight. But his generosity of spirit
extended far beyond his immediate family, as exemplified each July 26th
in the Nazos family panayeri honoring
Saint Panteleimon, a celebration filled with food, wine,
dancing, and music, drawing waves of hundreds of locals and tourists to its
dusk-to-dawn festivities amid his gardens.
Niko took great pride in his gardens, which
many regarded as the finest vegetable garden on Mykonos—Exhibit A being the
above pumpkin. As one who benefited from his gifts of fresh produce, count
me on that team.
Niko came by his penchant for produce naturally, for he inherited
it the same as he did his nickname—from ancestors so skilled at farming a
particular type of onion revered by the ladies of the town, that the Kromydas name
for the onion began a nickname of pride, burnished brightly by its most recent designee.
Niko lived a life steeped in his island’s traditions, seeing
loyalty among family and friends a treasure beyond value. He believed the young
should know that in shaping the future of Mykonos they must not forget to
honor, celebrate, and maintain their roots to its past. To Niko, traditions
mattered. He was a true Mykonian.
May your legacy be rewarded, my friend.
God rest your sweet soul.
—Jeff
A moving tribute, Jeff. Amen.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Michael.
DeleteSo sorry to learn of your friend's passing, Jeff. I suspect your words would have touched him deeply.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Bruce. He probably would have liked me to add a few things about his irresistible charm. :)
DeleteThe bitter-sweetness of life, love, and friendship. Such a wonderful thing, and yet so horribly short. I'm sorry for your and Mykonos' loss.
ReplyDeleteOn another note, I've decided that when you're on Mykonos, I'll refer to you as JeSMY, and when you're in the US as JeSUS. You came to Portland with Tim (and lovely Barabara, of course) almost a exactly a year ago, which leaves me waiting for the second coming of JeSUS.
He's waiting for his bus ticket.
DeleteI bet you thought I was going to run with this very interesting riff, but my better judgment took over...for once.
Deep condolences, Jeff. It is a great thing, given the way Mykonos has changed, that so many people recognized the true value of a man such as he.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Annamaria. Yes, he'll be greatly missed, but to be honest, I think he was frustrated at the way things were headed.
Deleterest in peace kir-Niko! an old man with a young soul... lucky to be his friend dear Jeff!
ReplyDeleteHe sounds like a fine friend, Jeff -- someone it was a pleasure and a privilege to have known.
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely, Zoë. Sort of like a male version of you. :)
DeleteI'm not sure people like this actually pass away, they just move on elsewhere and their personality resonates long and loud, in his family, his friends, this blog, his island and the geography that he made his own. A life to be celebrated for sure!
ReplyDeleteHe was my hero that's for sure! Thank you for this wonderful article Jeffrey , we really appreciate it!
ReplyDeleteIt was my honor to know him.
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