Hi There this is a message I have just recieved. I hope you get this and reply. It is for Chris Pratsis and his parents have confirmed that you are related to us over hear.
I have received your e mail, (thanks) - Sorry but I know that sometimes people have difficulties with my e mail address as it changed a few months ago and for some reason still sometimes defaults to the old one - Just type in firstname.lastname@example.org from scratch. (I'll be getting a separate private home address shortly).
Anyway, great to hear from you, and with so much detail. (Thanks for the pictures by the way, wonderful, and I know my parents are really excited about seeing them).
Yes I couldn’t wait so I have just called them in Cyprus. So without giving you too much to take in, in one go, here is some detail my Dad gave me:
·First of all you grandfather and my grandfather, were definitely brothers, and my Dad remembers his uncle Charalambos.
·Our great grand father was Constantinos Pratsis, but my Dad has no recollection of anyone any further back.
·Our grandfathers also had a sister, (but my Dad can’t remember her name), but also a fourth brother, Polycarpou, who married Agathe. Yes, Andreas’s grandfather Charalambos was my Dad’s cousin, so you, Andreas and I are second cousins. (Should we tell Debbie?)
·My Dad remembers your father fondly, his cousin Antoni, and indeed he remembers going to his funeral, and remembers you and your sister (You have just one sister?)
·As you say Kate is your cousin, and her grandfather Costas, would have been another of my Dad’s cousins.
I am sure that my parents will piece to together far more once they start to think it all through, and it would be nice to get a full Pratsis/Pratsides family tree mapped out. (The photos will now doubt jog some memories and I will ask them to bring over some of their old ones).
So bizarrely through the internet, it turns out you and I are second cousins!
By the way there is something of a sad story to the demise of the infamous mandolin – My Dad tried relentlessly to convince my grandfather Chris to let him have it to bring back to England with him, but he always refused, (you never touched the mandolin!). Anyway the last time I saw him was in August 1973 which was the last time we went to Cyprus before the invasion. Following the invasion, my grandfather and grandmother were eventually swept up by the UN peace – keeping forces just ahead of the advancing Turkish troops, although the two of them got separated. Anyway to cut along story short, before heading South my grandfather insisting on going back to the house to get the mandolin, but alas it was gone, having been looted by Turkish troops.
He only just got out in time, and was re – united with my grandmother in Limassol, but the events of the invasion were all just to much for him at the age of 91, and he died shortly after getting to Limassol. My Dad had to rush over to get to him and he just hung on long enough to see my Dad and my Uncle, and then died with my Dad there – I can picture it all as a child.
My grandmother then died in October 74, more or less I think of a broken heart once my grandfather left her.
(Sorry to end on such a sad note, but I thought that you might be interested).
Please let me know you got this even if you arn'e interested just so I know its got through Thank you Yvonne