Wednesday, July 31, 2013

My Kitty, or One Hundred Words



From Wikipedia:
Statue of Anne Frank on Westerkerk church square by Mari Andriessen
See also: http://www.sophiesworld.net/anne-frank-house-amsterdam/


Anne Frank’s “Kitty” probably was based on the character Kitty Francken in Cissy van Marxveldt’s novels, but Sietse van der Hoek suggested she might be Kitty Egyedi, a family friend. Egyedi, although flattered, responded that she did not consider herself Kitty, who “became so idealized and started to lead her own life in the diary.”
(Source: http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20090218083653AAgd5zN)

Kitty’s great significance for Anne was to provide a structure for the diary entries. In this blog, I find my own format to be writing messages of exactly one hundred words. I hope to continue to meet this challenge and refine my writing.

Thursday, July 25, 2013

Anne Frank's Diary


In http://history1900s.about.com/od/annefrank/a/5AnneFrank.htm, Jennifer Rosenberg describes “5 Things You Don't Know About Anne Frank and Her Diary.” Anne chose pseudonyms for the people she mentioned. Her father authorized use of the family’s real names in the publication.


From: http://factfile.org/anne-frank-fact

At first, Anne wrote for herself, but after hearing a radio broadcast urging study of personal along with official texts of history, she revised her journals thinking they might be published.

Initially, Anne corresponded with more than one “friend,” (characters named in Cissy van Marxveldt’s popular Dutch series), but finally addressed all entries to “Kitty,” (perhaps a character or a real person, Kitty Egyedi).


Friday, July 19, 2013

Celebrating Love and Laughter


I celebrate my parents' wedding anniversary today. My uncle Roy Okes (mother's brother behind the couple) gave the bride away.

This picture from Fort Bragg, North Carolina, was taken by my uncle John C. Turner. He and my aunt Emogene (mother's sister and attendant, exiting the church behind mother) married the following year.


When I was thirteen, my mother took the dress from the cedar chest and let me model it for Uncle Roy. I walked out on my grandparents' porch where he sat on the swing. He wrinkled his nose and said, “Smells like cedar.” He was so right!