Ο Κώστας Κατέχης γεννήθηκε στην Ερείκουσα το 1957 και μετά το Δημοτικό μετακόμισε στην Αίγινα όπου συνέχισε στο Καποδιστριακό Γυμνάσιο του νησιού για τέσσερα επίσης χρόνια. Το 1973 μετανάστευσε στην Αμερική όπου ζει μέχρι σήμερα συγκεκριμένα στην Νέα Υόρκη τον περισσότερο καιρό. Η αγάπη του για τα Ελληνικά γράμματα και τις τέχνες τον έκαναν να ασχοληθεί με την λογοτεχνία και την ποίηση όπου για πολλά χρόνια γράφει και αρθρογραφεί σε πολλά ομογενειακά και ορισμένα Ελληνικά έντυπα. Με την ποίηση ξεκίνησε το 1994 όπου και κυκλοφόρησε την πρώτη του ποιητική συλλογή στην Νέα Υόρκη. Σήμερα ασχολείται με την ραδιωφωνία και την αρθρογραφία σε ομογενειακά μέσα και έντυπα. Η εκπομπή στον Hellas FM είναι συνήθως λογοτεχνική και προωθεί πολλούς αξιόλογους ομογενείς καλλιτέχνες , συγγραφείς και ποιητές…….




My Grandmother  woke me up with her usual  softness and sweetness  in her voice.

Wake up PAIDI MOY she said  at my ear ,I want  you to come with me to the KEPO,the garden, she said.

Now if that was my Mother I would just turn the other side and I would go back to sleep,

But it was my Grandma, and I actually jump up and  was ready in two seconds.

My Grandma would do anything I wanted and I would not have to do any work at all.

Not that  my Mother would put me to work ,but I knew that I would have so much fun and enjoy the whole day with Grandma.

I knew that I would ride the sympathetic  donkey all the way going there at first.

There was room for me  going ,not coming back.

The  <<gaidouraki>> was  full of stuff  on him coming back.

But I would be so happy to walk back   because I had such great time all day with my Grandma.

And so it was, I got on the donkey and  I ride the morning  breeze  like  Clint  Eastwood

Is  the old western movies.

I caught my self singing  from time to time, songs we heard   on radio when my brother was  getting a station from AMALIADA sometimes.

It was very difficult to get signal those days on broadcasting radio .

It was the sixties after all in Greece, the island of Ereikousa was just  there  and so were we .

The woods , the olive trees, the gardens ,the sea, the people, the houses , two churches and the school.

No places  to go , no shopping mall , no movies , no  T V  , hey  there was no electricity.

And of coerce no refrigeration.

The lamps  were on fire every night. And  the fireplace was burning wood  all winter.

The happenings or rather  the big events of the week  was the boat’s coming  or  some airplane passing  very high in the sky ,  and  of coerce the ships across the waters towards  Albania and Italy.

So I was  very happy to go  with my Grandma  to POTAMI, than staying  home  doing just  whatever I was doing every day…. Nothing.

On the way  we met  lots of people, we stopped  for a minute to say hello and  where we  were going.

The people than  had no fear to say where  they go and what they were going to do .

What will they cook for lunch or dinner. Every one  knew each other’s business  up to a detail  with no objections  from  them.

But the main thing was the gathering  of everyday under the olive tree  after lunch

And after dinner  when all the neighborhood  was there to  talk and  say things .

After we get in to someone’s house and have coffee  while the men  played cards for fun.


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