One thing that we always had in Greece was a very good educational system. Even after World War 2 and the country was torn up, the educational system was very organized and we had good teachers and supervisors. The curriculums were very science oriented at the time, and they always tried to teach a foreign language, although I never got into those classes. I went to elementary school in my village from ’47 to ’52 and then when I was twelve I went to high school in a bigger city for six years; junior high and high school were combined then.

The bigger city was far from my village and there were no private cars of any kind, so only bus and taxi transportation were available at the time. We would go to the bigger city, and my parents found a place for me to stay with a lady that they would pay. She would cook for me and the other girl I lived with, and then eventually a cousin and we lived there while going to school. I went to the female high school, the boys were separate, and everything was very strict. At night, you could not be out after eight o’clock and if they caught you, you were punished, so you stayed home and studied.

“So from the age of twelve I was minding my own business.”

The city was not that far from home, but far enough. There were no phones, so we were more or less isolated besides communicating by letter. Our parents would send us some provisions on the bus, like clean clothes or dry food, and we would get to see them during the Christmas holidays for two weeks, Easter holidays, and the whole summer, but aside from that we were on our own. So from the age of twelve I was minding my own business.

 

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