by Lieutenant General (Ret.) K. H. Konstantinidis
The world I knew when I was a child was different. I lived through it, and I offer you my personal, lived experience. It was simpler, more honest, more natural, and it had values. The people of that time were noble-minded, dignified, straightforward, and brave. They loved their homeland and proved it through their actions, not through words.
They Had Different Values
When, later in life, I wrote the book “Thus We Fought at Troy” and studied the moral values of the Iliad, I was surprised to discover how closely they resembled the way of thinking and living of the people in my family and my village. It was as though thousands of years had never passed. The old values had reached my generation as an unwritten inheritance.
They were not wealthy by today’s standards. Yet they were rich in feelings and prospered within simplicity. They knew how to distinguish what was necessary from what was superfluous, and they possessed an instinctive sense of reason and moderation.
Homeland and Freedom
Among the men of that era, courage, straightforwardness, and bravery stood out. They proved these virtues in the struggles of the homeland: in the Greek War of Independence of 1821, the Balkan Wars, the Asia Minor Campaign, the National Resistance, and in the historic “NO” of 1940.
And my family, through both its branches, the Petropoulaioi and the Mitrodimaioi (Ntreδες), who later became the Konstantinidaioi, made its own contribution to the struggle for freedom.
I will never forget their composure when, in 1940, war was declared and they were called to go to the front. One might have thought they were simply going hunting. For them, bravery was not a matter of words; it was a way of life.
Their Word Was a Contract
Their word had particular value. The boundaries of fields often had neither fences nor legal contracts; they were established by one’s word. Theft was almost unknown. Houses were left unlocked, and no one was afraid for their possessions.
I remember, as a twelve- or thirteen-year-old child during the Occupation, an incident: while playing with other children, I accidentally killed a stray rooster. We wondered what we should do with it. In the end, we boiled it and ate it, but we regarded what we had done as a sin. Such was the strength of our sense of justice and respect for another person’s property.
A person’s social worth was not measured by money, but by his actions, his conduct, and his contribution. My family was described as “dómbro”: honest, straightforward, and sincere in its intentions.
One for All and All for One
Alongside bravery, there was also sensitivity and compassion.
During the Occupation, when hunger was severe, people shared even their own bread with those in need. Mutual assistance was not a slogan; it was a way of life.
Truly worthy people were modest and dignified. They did not flaunt their wealth or social position. They helped the weaker members of society and, above all, helped the younger generation advance through education, literature, and the arts.
I should mention our fellow villager, the heroic General Pan. Giannoulis, who helped my family during the Occupation by securing my mother’s appointment at the Ministry of Military Affairs and providing meals through the Rigillis Officers’ Club, as well as helping other children from our village.
My Mother and Archbishop Damaskinos
A characteristic example of this society is the story of my mother.
In 1943, with five children to feed, she turned to the Archdiocese of Athens. Archbishop Damaskinos, seeing the name “Konstantinidou, wife of an executed officer,” received her personally and told her: “Your husband was an honorable man.” He remembered him from 1929 and gave her generous assistance.
My father, Major Christos Konstantinidis, had also served the public interest with integrity. When he reported irregularities in the Aid Committee for the earthquake victims of Corinth, he was eventually removed from his position himself. Instead of dismissing the thieves, they dismissed the honest man.
A Memory That Must Not Be Lost
Perhaps I was late in highlighting, as much as I should have, the values and history of my family. Modern technology and Artificial Intelligence have helped me shed new light on people and families who contributed to the homeland and to society.
That is why I decided to prepare this study: not to glorify the past, but to preserve a memory and a way of life that I fear is disappearing.
Because that world really was different.
It did not have more possessions; it had more moderation.
It did not have more words; it had more meaning in its word.
It did not have more display; it had more dignity.
The People Who Sustain the Village
And, above all, it had people who understood that a person’s worth is not determined by what he possesses, but by what he is and what he gives.
I will not mention the older, devoted supporters and benefactors of the village, such as Panagiotis Konstantinidis, the Kakkavas family, the distinguished sculptor Georgkas, and many others, who through their contributions left their own indelible mark on the history of our homeland.
The story continues…
Today, new pillars of support continue this beautiful tradition of love and service to our historic village.
Among them are “General” Panagiotis Georgakopoulos, whom many call “the soul of the village,” our tireless and creative community president Athanasios Kyriazis, as well as the intellectual administrator of the website “Siderokastritikoi Antilaloi,” Maria Liakaki, who, like a modern cultural weaver, connects the yesterday of our village with its today and is shaping her own mark for tomorrow.
Through their contribution, together with the support of the benefactors, a centuries-old tradition of tangible love for our homeland continues. It is an effort whose goal is for our historic village to be reborn, reshaped, beautified, and regain the vitality it deserves.
Because a village does not live only through its buildings, squares, and roads.
Above all, it lives through its people.
Through those who love it, support it, and struggle every day to keep its history, tradition, memory, and soul alive.
Unfortunately, our state has not made any substantial progress toward the necessary decentralization. The countryside continues to lose population and productive strength, while many of our villages lack the resources and opportunities that would allow them to regain the life and development they once enjoyed.
And yet, as long as there are people who love their homeland and give selflessly for it, hope remains alive.
Because, in the end, our villages are not kept standing only by their stones and houses.
They are kept standing by their people.
And perhaps this is the most important thing we can pass on to the generations that follow. (5/9/26)
Lieutenant General (Ret.)Konstantinos Konstantinidis
Author – Member of the Society of Greek Writers
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