submitted by
George Poulos
on 07.05.2004

I have photographed and written up the story of the Niagara Cafe through the eyes of the daughter of its current manageress. [See, Photography Diaspora -(sub-section) - Cafes and Shops.] It would be great if you could add to the history of the Niagara Cafe - by posting some of your own reminisences. I remember my father, George Con Poulos (Tzortzopoulos), of Pendle Hill, Sydney - telling me a story as a young boy, about a Tzortzopoulos - probably your grandfather - who would not venture outside the house without assuring himself he was impeccably groomed; hence, "katharos". Of course - in an essentially "peasant" society being "katharos" was not a highly valued attribute. It subtracted from the number of hours that were needed in a day to eke out a subsistence living.