“Yeorgo, Yeorgo….…. YEORGO”.
We waited until Papa began to eat, and then we dug in. I was ravenous, the last time I ate, was some bread and cheese before the afternoon siesta, perhaps eight hours before.
After the main course, the grown-ups had coffee and we all ate some brandy soaked cherries. They talked a bit about what had happened in the Court House today, the farmer who was fighting with his neighbour over property lines that could not be sorted out. The old land records used four walnut trees to describe the property line and two of the walnut trees had died.
Yeorgo awoke the next morning with a plan. Dressing quickly, hurrying through his breakfast, His route to school was not direct, heading for one of the streets running off the plaka, there he stopped at a small mechanic’s shop. This was a place he would often stop to watch the men work.
“Good morning Mr. Georgaros.”
“Kalimera, Yeorgo. How are you today? Doing well at school?”
“Yes, Mr. Georgaros. That is why I am here today. I have a project, for Physics class. We’re study motion and inertia. I was wondering if you have some old parts, things you would be throwing out?”
“Mmm. What were you thinking of Yeorgo”.
“I was hoping you might have a couple of old small wheels? Old pipe and scraps of metal?”
“ Stop by on your way home and I'll see what I can find.”
School that day could not finish soon enough, as Yeorgo was focused on his plan. The bell rang and he was out the door heading to Mr. Georgaros’ shop.
“Hello Mr. Georgaros?”
“Yeorgo, I think you’ll be happy. I have found a few things for you.” He lead him to the back of his shop, where he had a few pieces of metal and pipe laid out, but most importantly there were two small wheels.
“Will this do?”
“Perfect, Mr. Georgaros! Thank you so much!”
“It’s nothing, Yeorgo, I’m happy to help.”
Yeorgo could not have a siesta that afternoon, instead, Papoo found him working hard when he arrived home. His concentration intense, his tongue sticking out as he worked.
“Yeorgo, what are you doing?”
“Papa, let me show you, it’s done!” At which point Yeorgo proceeded to demonstrate his home made scooter. It worked perfectly and only needed a coat of black paint, to let him feel that he could hold his head up with the boys at school. His father smiled and watched him scoot around, before heading into the house, oblivious to what had precipitated the construction project.