The industrial heritage of Syros - Citimarks travel guide

Manchester of the Aegean

Snapshot that captures the launching of a new boat in Syros’ shipyard, 1954. Photo by V.Panayotopoulos, featured in The Industrial Museum of Ermoupoli.


"This is the Manchester city of Greece, where factory chimneys stand in line, like minarets of life and work."
Alexandros Moraitidis, On the Waves of a Northern Wind, 1902.
chapter 1

City of smokestacks

Today, let’s take a good walk in the city of smokestacks; in this city where factory chimneys of the Greek Manchester stand in line, like minarets of life and work.

Walking beyond the coastal road […] our eyes will meet with amazement the grandiose factories of the steamship building company, splendid in the richness of the machines. In the various compartments, between buffers and cogwheels, under the thump of the iron machines, in the middle of thundering clunk sounds, engineers, workers and apprentices construct all the engines necessary to power a steamship; a bit further, in a quieter room, lathe operators and craftsmen construct all the recliners of a comfortable passenger steamship using noble mahogany wood; they also work on the sculpted cabin doors and other decorations. Outside, at the big dry dock, one can notice a colossal steamship, tall like a mountain and hard to walk up to, waiting to be cleaned before she resumes her journeys.

rusty scrap from old factory machinery

rusty scrap from old factory machinery

rusty scrap from old factory machinery

Further down our walk, we cross two grandiose tannery factories, famous in Europe, featuring all the necessary machinery and tools for the treatment of leathers: they are equipped with courtyards, halls, washing machines, dryers, tanks, and basins to wash the raw material, most of which comes from South America where cows abound. Workers are sit in a corner, eating bread and grapes for lunch –it was Wednesday, a day of strict fasting. These two leather factories are like a city within the city, exporting various types of leather across the country’s mainland, the islands and the coasts of Anatolia […]. Both are covered in golden medals and awards from several European Expositions. […] Numerous are the workers, over 150 for each tannery department, all coming from Crete and Chios islands. […]

When we came closer to the great weaving mill of Nostraki and Andreopoulou, a pleasant melody coming out of the factory reached my ears, as if a big celebration was taking place. It was the song of the working girls who, during their break, were training in this harmonious melody. This melody is the well-shaped comfort of work, which replies so sweetly to the gloomy and shameful idleness, that Hesiodos first shamed in the old mythical years.

The grand weaving mill of Ladopoulos is the most admirable sight of all. It is the only factory of this kind in Greece and in Asia Minor. The factory features no less than 65 steam-powered looms, managed by 300 young ladies. They worked 7 hours per day and produced around six thousand cubits of cloth that turned into splendid towels, sheets and other magnificent pieces of linen.

Alexandros Moraitidis, On the waves of a northern wind, 1902 in Manos Eleftheriou, Syros in literature, Metechmio, 2003.

Αλέξανδρος Μωραϊτίδης, Με του Βοριά τα Κύματα, 1902 in Μάνος Ελευθερίου, Η Σύρος στη Λογοτεχνία, Μεταίχμιο, 2003.

A working table from Emmanuil Ladopoulos's textile factory.

Working table of a renowned textile factory, founded in 1895 by Emmanuel Ladopoulos -later minister of finance- featured in the frame of the background wall.

Certificate of excellence to Zoumboulakis sweet manufacture.

Certificate of excellence to Zoumboulakis sweet manufacture.

Manual-operated cylindrical press for the moulding of sugar candies.

Manual-operated cylindrical press for the moulding of sugar candies.

A box of « Halvadopites » a famous sweet delicacy of the island.

A box of nougat pies, the so-called “Halvadopites”, a famous sweet delicacy of the island. This group of photos was taken at the Industrial Museum of Syros.

chapter 2

A day at the shipyard

So, my mother, Chrysso, came to Syros in 1886.

At that time, our city was blooming in its commercial prosperity and nautical glory, its cultivation and opulence. […] Amphitheatrically built, the city could bedazzle even the worldliest of travelers with its beauty, at first sight of the island’s big port.

A noisy port, filled with ships of all sorts of flags. The streets were crowded and a roar was mounting from the loud voices of boatmen; from crowds loading and unloading boats; from coffee sellers, fishermen, newspaper sellers who were shouting out headlines or other decrees of the authorities.

The roar was coming from the docks and going up the streets. Even at dusk, that din that came from the port –but sounded as if coming from the sea- could not calm down.  On the contrary, it was getting louder by the crowds, who, instead of going home to rest, were pouring out of every street, all heading to the city center. […]

Greek Manchester” was the name that Syros was given by the foreign cotton importers; in its famous shipyard, where both my grandfather and father were master builders in a mob of around a thousand workers, thousands of top-notch sailboats were constructed and rigged. Between 1834 and 1864, Syros’ register counted 4.103 ships, almost all of them built in its shipyards; and the revenue from its Customs with their huge warehouses could cover almost all of the expenses of the newly formed Greek State.[…]

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The old shipyard building of Syros

In the meadow of the shipyard, where the whistle of the wind dispersed the laughter and voices of over a thousand workers, many of them were singing songs from the land that gave birth to them.

There you could hear Kleftika songs from the Greek mainland (note: 19th century guerilla songs); Amanedes from Anatolia (languishing songs singing sorrows); Cantades from the Ionian Islands (Romantic songs of Venetian origin, sung under the balconies of ladies); and Mantinades from Crete (recitation of poems or dialogs, sung in the rhythm of accompanying music). […]

All these hard workers were spending all day at work. From 6 o’clock in the morning through dusk. The sun was their clock. As their homes were far from work, it was impossible to join their families for lunch. Except on Sunday. That’s why they would bring their breakfast and lunch from their homes, wrapped in a denim towel tied with a knot: half-a-pound rye bread; a handful of olives; an onion or two; a piece of halva cake; and, from time to time, a few crumbs of touloumotyri, the cheapest cheese in the world. And a jug of water, also brought from the house, resting in the shade of the keel, to protect it from the warmth of the sun. The tidiest ones were eating with a fork and a spoon, and had ceramic pots to place their legumes or greens, all cooked at home the night before.

This is the shipyard where, in 1879, the first and second big strikes -in the Greek history of strikes- broke out and shook the entire country, startling employers, bosses, rich people, even kings!

It was not just the shipyards. Other industries also followed their lead. Dozens of factories occupied the population. Thousands of workers. In the tanneries, where they buffed the animal skins, in the spinning mills, in the glass factory, in the countless workshops of emery, socks, towels, boxes, brasses and the factories of clothes, shoes, shirts, hats […].  The trade and production were heating up. Ships were getting loaded and unloaded at an endless pace.

Rita Boomi-Papa, I Chrysso, Karanasi, 1984.

Ρίτα Μπούμη-Παπά, Η Χρυσώ, Καρανάση,1984. 

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