The Smells of Parcels from America

written and translated by Stratis A. Solomos
published in The Faris Newsletter, Issue 77, December 2022, page 6

During the 1950s and early 1960s, immigrants to America and Canada wanted to help Greece, which was poor at the time. They sent, especially to their relatives, parcels containing various useful items, generally clothes. It is not certain whether this aid was essential to the then rapidly economically developing petty-bourgeois society, but it was certainly welcomed by the poorest. These parcels mainly contained clothes and objects that had new and rather pleasant smells.

The strongest smell was that of clothes. The explanation for most was that they had been disinfected, which reassured those who feared germs. But the reality was that this smell was due to the synthetic fragrance of modern detergent powders, which had been used to wash them. They were still unknown in Greece. They did not arrive until the end of the 1950s. The first and most widespread was the American Tide. Along with this powdered “soap” also came the American “soap-opera,” a long-running sentimental radio and later TV series. The first such Greek soap opera was “Πικρή μικρή μου αγάπη” (My Bitter Little Love), the endless sentimental story of Alexis and Vana, played by Stefanos Linaios and Elli Fotiou.

The parcels were usually sent by relatives. In addition to clothing, they also contained other items, often unknown in the villages. Chewing gum with new flavors and aromas. Toothpastes which it is said that some people, who did not know their use, tried to eat!

My father and teacher Alexander Solomos, who also did educational research, received beautifully bound American elementary school books. With these books, he taught me my first English lessons. These books also had a particular smell, which has since remained an indelible and pleasant memory. I don’t know what caused that smell, perhaps the binding glue used. I rediscovered this smell in my teenage years when I frequented the American Library of Athens and later read American science books.

Sometimes there were also more valuable items like watches, which after consultation were carefully hidden in certain pockets, but most of the contents were clothes of all kinds. Taffeta ball gowns and hats for women. Suits for men. Colorful Hawaiian shirts and plaid pants. Belts with large cowboy buckles. Jackets that featured monstrous comic book characters on the back. With the exception of a few young people from the big cities, American fashion had not yet reached the conservative Greek society of these times. Few dared to wear them, except perhaps during Carnival. T-shirts with visible inscriptions and brands were only seen in the cinema. So it was very funny to see a Greek peasant picking olives wearing a Harvard University t-shirt.

The skillful seamstresses and several equally competent housewives did wonders to transform the eccentric American gowns into dresses compatible with the European fashions of the time propagated by the women’s magazines Ρομάντζο (Romance), Θησαυρός (Treasure) and Γυναίκα (Woman) . The men’s suits, those whose fabric was not too colorful, were transformed by our local Xirokambi tailor Charalambos Arabatzidis. These clothes weren’t worn very much. They were often new. But they were still deliberately wrinkled and a few buttons were removed to make them look second-hand. It seems that there were special customs exemptions for these aid parcels with used clothes. Later, when American jeans, jackets and cowboy boots became fashionable, some shrewd traders devised the ploy of passing off imported goods as packages of “gifts from America’s uncle “.

9 thoughts on “The Smells of Parcels from America

  1. My grandmother is a Solomos from the family going back to Zakinthos. I have had many wonderful conversations with Strati to find our connection. We are two generations apart, and we hope that a miracle document pops up or hopefully, someone will take a DNA test someday and link us together to form solid genealogical proof that we are related even though we feel it in our guts that we are.

  2. I remember that we sent a parcel with practical items to family in Greece, and they wrote back to let us know that they really preferred to get a transistor radio! That was in the early 60’s.

  3. My father was an immigrant Kephloniti, and my mother a first generation Lemnian, so we sent parcels of clothing to my father’s brothers and sisters only, now living in Piraeus. After my first year of grad school, I took off to meet and live with my father’s relatives for a year. After some time, and having become fast friends with my cousins, I discovered they recalled there was considerable prideful resentment when those well-meaning packages arrived.

  4. We sent new clothes for all my wife’s many nieces
    And nephews in 1980’s and 1990’s before each visit.

    In the 1920’s through the 1960’s my grandparents and aunt and uncles sent money so their relatives in the Greek islands could buy what they needed.

  5. My immediate family (Mom, Dad, sister Diane) were living in a slum in Brooklyn in the late 1950s. One day Diane and I were astonished at the big box that Dad brought into the living room, as Mom brought out clothes and other things from somewhere to put into it. Then, dad went shopping and returned with canned and dried foods. The most vivid memory was of a canned ham with a mouth-watering picture of the contents on it. I didn’t remember having eaten such a thing. All the while, Mom and Dad told us of the suffering of the Greek people and that they were much worse off than we were. (Our situation later improved by our moving back to San Francisco with a good job for Dad, gratefully near our first- and second-generation Greek-American relatives).

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