Stavros Melissinos, The Poet with his wife Sophia, his Muse and greatest devotee, photographed by their son Pantelis Melissinos, in 2006.

Stavros Melissinos and his wife Sophia, his Muse and greatest devotee, photographed by their son Pantelis Melissinos, in 2006.

FAMILY BACKGROUND

Stavros Melissinos -2nd generation sandal maker and also a poet- was born to the Historic Byzantine, Melissinos Family, in 1929, in Athens. His maternal side of the family were descendants of the celebrated Greek War of Independence general Demos Tselios Ferentino. Demos Tselios was from Missolonghi and also a contemporary and comrade in arms of Lord Byron, the poet, who died for the Greek Cause, in Missolonghi, on the 19th of April, 1824.-

 

 

 

 

STUDIES & THE ARMY

Stavros Melissinos with Jackie Kennedy Onassis, in Athens

Stavros Melissinos with Jackie Kennedy Onassis, in Athens.

After high school, Stavros Melissinos, served as an officer in the Greek army. There, he started writing his first love poems, whose recipient was his future wife Sophia Apessos. Around 1954, he quit the army and started studying film at the Stavrakos School, in Athens. But, his ambitions were cut short by his father’s untimely death, in 1955.

TAKING OVER THE FAMILY BUSINESS

After his father’s passing, Stavros, who already had a family of his own had to make a living, So, he took over the family business and started making the rubber sole sandals and the hiking shoes his father made before him.

THE FIRST MODERN “ANCIENT GREEK SANDALS”.

Stavros, soon, took the fashion world by storm, when he introduced his Ancient Greek Sandals, in the mid-50’s. His inspiration came from an English choreographer, who asked him for a few pairs of Ancient Greek Sandals for her dancers, like the ones his father used to make for the National Theater of Greece. In the beginning he refused but Sophia, his business oriented wife, reminded him of the economic chaos in post-war Greece and he agreed it was really hard to live on poetry, so, he finally  accepted.

THE POET’S SANDALS!

After making six pairs for the English choreographer he made some extra ones, for himself. He displayed them in his store window. That was that, the rest is history. The first post war American tourists and especially the young girlfriends or wives of the US army men, stationed in Greece, loved them so much that they started buying them like donuts. They, and the celebrities that started pouring in, were the ones that spread the sandal news around the world. The famous Melissinos aka “The Poet’s Sandals” were born!

The earthly crowns and futile splendors, take away.

I need no granite forts,  just let me have while I may

The smile of pain, the tear of bliss and I will build

A “myriad palaces” in me as I live from day to day.

Quatrain from Stavros Melissinos’ “ATHENIAN RUBAIYAT”– Athens 1959 – Translated into English by his son Pantelis Melissinos


MELISSINOS: “A MINOR LEGEND IN THE CITY OF LEGENDS”

By Jason Schoonover

1978 – CANADA HERALD TRIBUNE

ATHENS– It’s not often that an individual becomes a tourist attraction, but this is the case with the poet sandal maker of Athens’ flee market, Stavros Melissinos, to describe him as modest legend would be closer to the truth.

Stavros Melissinos in his study, in the late 50s early 60s.

An internationally acclaimed poet in his own right, he is also the sandal maker to the likes of Sophia Loren, who has been wearing his products since she filmed “Boy on a Dolphin” in local waters, so long ago nobody wants to remember, the Beatles, Rudolph Nureyev, Margot Fonteyn, Jacqueline Onassis, Anthony (Zorba, the Greek Tycoon) Queen, George Peppard, Ursula Andress and the late Joseph Cotton and Garry Cooper. With a clientele like that, he must have been doing something right.

Melissinos’ tiny, unpretentious shop lies in the shadow of the Acropolis, adjacent to Monastiraki Square. There you can see the colorful, confused congestion of stalls, carts and shops making up the large flee market, where such touristoria as pounded brass pots and pans, imitation statues of Athena and postcards are bartered for and sold. In an area where the drachma isn’t what it used to be, and where it’s often best to beware of Greeks bearing gifts for sale, Melissinos stands out as a soft sell merchant and craftsman offering for sale at a reasonable price a quality product he produced with his own honest labor.

Stavros Melissinos’ maternal great-great grandfather Demos Tselios, a fighter of the Greek war of independence (1821).

He is situated at 89 Pandrossou, that narrow street, lined with narrower shops, that is largely depended on the vacationing foreigner attracted to the Greek life style. There, among the clutter and the smell of leather, Greece’s best-known poet, playwright and literary translator mellowly plies his trade.
The subject of all the attention is a balding middle-aged man softening a bit around the middle, but with the happy, uncluttered eyes of a child and a face as soft as the calve’s leather he tools with deft sureness.

Since he began writing poetry in 1953 Melissinos has published 10 books of poetry, many of which have been translated abroad. His works are in the Harvard and Oxford University Libraries. He has been the subject of attention on the B.B.C., the three American networks and, recently. In conjunction with a visit by Miss Canada, on our own CTV As well he has written a number of plays and has translated the works of many literary greats into Greek. “Greek is richer than other languages and often the translations are better”, he says.
His best known work, the 1959 Melissinos Rubaiyat, of which all 127 stanzas celebrate something close to the lips of many Greeks –wine- is on the curriculum of a number of major American universities. He even applies his early army days study in radio repair to his art.
“There is a similarity between mathematics and poetry. They’re close”

Stavros Melissinos and his wife Sophia dancing in the 70s.

His Poetry is lyrical, tends toward an Omar Khayyam romanticism, and is at once philosophical and simple.
He has reached the level where one of his works, the play “Chastity Belt”, is banned in Greece for political reasons –a fact of which he is quite proud.

Why does a man of such renown continue to work at a regular job?
“A writer who does nothing but write”, he replies “is like the moon which gives off some light, but it’s borrowed, taken from the sun. A writer needs first hand experience, which only working in an other field can give him. Otherwise he is writing what he has read in other books”.
How did he begin?

And anyway, where else can you find sandals created like a poem that make you feel like Apollo?

Sophia Melissinos -Stavros Melissinos’ wife, when she was 40 years old.

“I started writing poetry in the army. A friend wrote a poem to his little girl and he had trouble with it and brought it to me. It was very bad”, He laughs. “I wrote it for him and he showed it to his friends. They all liked it very much and asked me to write poems for them. Everyone thinks I am very good and so I continue. Much of it then was love poetry”.
The designs of his sandals, much like his poetry, which is often influenced by Greek mythology and history, are based on the footwear of such notables as Plato, Pericles and Helen, sometimes with a little adaptation by Melissinos.
“My father sold rubber-bottom sandals when he started the shop in 1927 and so did I when I took over in 1954. Then one day a lady brought a nice pair, like these and asks ‘can you make me another?’ For practice I make two and hang the other on the door outside. It was sold in half an hour. I took that as a sign”, he laughs.
“I made two, for, six, eight. They all sold very fast. So I started to make only this type and then other sandal makers started to open shops here and make my sandals. They saw a sign too” And he laughs that constant, quiet, happy laugh again.

Stavros Melissinos in his old sandal workshop, photographed by his son Pantelis Melissinos, in 2004.

He tells of the first of many meetings with the Beatles. It was in 1968. “First of all one of them comes, the intellectual one… Lennon. He told me he found my works somewhere. Then they all came here, like the Seven Dwarfs”, he chuckles, imitating them lining into the cramped shop.
“They were bodyguards but we had to close the door because their followers would have wrecked everything. They all bought many pairs”.
“My kids asked me later why I didn’t take their autographs. I say, they should ask for mine! I will be around long after the Beetles!” He laughs again.
The poetry books, unlike the sandals that line the walls are not on display. But they are for sale. Just make an inquiry and a book appears and he will be only too happy to autograph it.

Travelers keep returning every few years to trade in their old sandals for new from the approximately 32 styles available. They also come to visit. To some it’s a pilgrimage of sorts – For Stavros Melissinos, the Poet Sandal maker’s shop is one of those rare delightful finds. Even the most jaded traveler concurs.

I’m not just Cretan, Spartan, Athenian, Macedonian
All Greek, the whole of Greece in my chest I have enclosed
And whoever the Greeks divide ’tis my ancestral duty 
To strike them back with the lance of Eternal truth

I’m European; I’m Asian; I’m African
American; Australian; Oceanian, son of the Pole
I’m all the people sheltered under the same sky
A child of Heaven and Earth: Man, the measure of all things

And finally, Christian or Jew, Brahmin or Buddist
Muslim or you who owe allegiance only to your own meditation
Just think the everpure butterfly of instinct
That flies in time and space in gardens without boundries
Stavros
Melissinos