As with any Greek island, I guess.
Kefalonia is steeped in history.
If we cast our minds back and back and back
we’ll find an island called ‘Same’. It was gifted to the mythological general,
Cephalus, who helped Amphitrijon gain a
great victory over the Taphians and Teleboans. Since then it was known as
Cephallenia.
Cephallenia fell to the Ottaman’s in 1479
but Turkish rule only lasted until 1500 when it was the prize of a rare victory
of the Spanish-Venetian Army. It remained in their possession until the Treaty
of Camopoformio dismantled the Venetian Republic and awarded the Ionian Islands
to France in 1797.
In 1807 it came under the protection of
Russia as it was intergrated into the Ottoman Empire. A further treaty returned
the Ionian Islands to France for a year or two. Then is got caught up in the
Napoleonic wars and quickly surrendered to the British. The Treaty of Paris in
1815 recognises the United States of the Ionian Islands and decreed they should
come under Britain’s protection.
The people of Cephallenia became
disenfranchised with British rule within a single generation and 1848
resistance to Britian had gained such momentum that a couple of years later
union with Greece became widely widely known and accepted as a national aim.
Cephallenian dreams came true in 1864 with King George’s coronation. A goodwill
gesture transferred responsibility over to Greece.
Cephallenia was occupied in the Second
World War by both Italian and German forces. It survived, unscathed by the
conflict until amnesties with the Italy divided the occupying forces. If you
have seen Captain Correlli’s mandolin it is this very incident which the book
and movie depict. I’m not in the habit of spoiling your viewing pleasure but
surfice to say it does end well for a large portion of the Italian troops.
While the war in Euorpe ended in 1945 peace
did not make its way to Cephallenia until the conclusion, in 1949, of the Greek
civil war.
To punctuate what is a head spinning 600
years Cephallenia was struck by a devastating earthquake in 1953.
On August 2nd 1953, at 11.24am,
a magnitude 7.3 earthquake struck. Promptly thereafter, 100,000 people, from a
total population of 125, 000, upped and left the island for good, seeking a
calmer, safer future for themselves and their families. And to be honest, who
could blame them?
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