The children all took a turn to recite a poem in class, to their classmates. Yes I was one nervous father this morning, when junior took the stage ...
I need not have worried, Junior knew the lines, something we only found out over breakfast as confidence appeared, when we least expected it. Someone had been playing games with us these last few days.
The school classroom was packed with two classes of children, their parents and teachers. It was quite impressive the way the children are encouraged to speak in front of an audience of fifty or sixty.
Recital, songs, and national anthem over, the children marched two by two down Papadamatis street. Holding up the traffic with their parade, as the head boy and girl of each class, carried their wreaths, and laid them on the war memorial opposite the Flying Cat berth.
|The childrens wreaths ...|
Rewarded with the rest of the day off to enjoy themselves, the children wandered the harbour, in their best clothes, whilst the adults chatted over coffee. The older children get their turn on Monday, the old harbour has been made ready for the parade. Tries Hieraches church is decorated with flags.
It promises to be a special day once again ...