The Earth Moved.. and then, There was Silence


Pre-earthquake Kefalonia
Defiant geraniums thriving in the sun and dressing the wounds inflicted on a traditional Kefalonian home by the merciless earthquake  of 1953 (Vlahata, Kefalonia)

 Recounting a traumatic past

It seems inappropriate for someone born after August of 1953 to write about the most devastating time for Kefalonia— not to mention the risk of sounding superficial.
So, I avoid writing about the massive earthquakes that literally destroyed the island.

Not that there haven't been first hand accounts—on the contrary, I've had plenty—as my parents, grandparents, uncles, aunts were all there. They've relayed detailed accounts of their own encounter with the force that made the earth roar and heave, again and again, until everything was reduced to piles of ruins, clouds of dust, heaps of pain, and unending streams of tears.

Pre earthquake Kefalonia
True resistance to the ravages of the elements and time  (on the road to Fiskardo - Erissos, Kefalonia)
 Every account of the horror begins the same way:
❝I remember exactly where I was when the earth started to shake—❞


They all end their narrative with a list of names of  loved ones or neighbors who were buried in the rubble, or were rescued from under it as if by miracle.

No family was spared, although some suffered losses far greater than the destruction of property. The hundreds of lives lost remain a perpetually open wound for the survivors, long after the homes, churches, schools were rebuilt and towns were reconstructed.

>>> 60 YEARS LATER <<<


Today, on the anniversary of the horrendous earthquake that caused more than ceilings to collapse and walls to crumble, I need to write about it for the first time.

I cannot write about the people who were lost, as my immediate family did not lose any members in the destruction.

But I can share with you some representative remnants of the beauty that was wiped out in a few seconds. Remnants of another time and another world, which, to this day, emerge here and there—defying gravity and the relentless passage of timeas reminders of resistance to hardships and triumph in the face of ultimate adversity.  

And, of course, as non-designated but genuine memorials to all those souls who perished. 

Pre earthquake Kefalonia
What remains of the once magnificent church of St. Spyridon is still stunning—in architectural aesthetics and admirable resistance to gravity and the passage of time (Kastro, Kefalonia)
Pre earthquake Kefalonia
Dispersed throughout Kefalonia— and hidden in village alleyways, waiting to be discovered— are some fine samples of traditional island architecture (Pessada, Kefalonia)
Pre earthquake Kefalonia
Wst-facing window of the original church (Sissia Monastery, Kefalonia)
Pre earthquake Kefalonia
Another sample of traditional architecture found on the road leading from Agia Efimia to Myrtos
Pre earthquake Kefalonia
Remnants of the Archangels Church at Old Valsamata Village, Kefalonia
Pre earthquake Kefalonia
Another alleyway, another gem (Pessada, Kefalonia)
Pre earthquake Kefalonia
Ruins of the Dimitratos family cluster of homes at Xenopoulo, Kefalonia
Nowadays, our own "daisy factory"