RT. HON. SIR WINSTON SPENCER CHURCHILL
ANNE FRANK
ROUND TABLE OF NEBRASKA
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October 26th
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Martin Gilbert’s
Winston S. Churchill Volume 6 Finest Hour 1939-1940
Chapter 16 ‘The Tenth of May 1940’ (1983, pages 306-318)
Hannah Pick-Goslar’s
My Friend Anne Frank Chapter 6 ‘Aftershocks’ (2023, pages 71-95)
May 11 1940 London
Facts are better than dreams
Excerpt from Martin Gilbert’s Winston S. Churchill Volume 6 Finest Hour 1939-1940 (1983, pages 317-318)
It was nearly three o’clock in the early hours of May 11 before Churchill went to bed. At that moment, he later recalled:
I was conscious of a profound sense of relief. At last I had the authority to give directions over the whole scene. I felt as if I were walking with destiny, and that all my past life had been but a preparation for this hour and for this trial.
Ten years in the political wilderness had freed me from ordinary party antagonisms. My warnings over the last six years had been so numerous, so detailed, and were now so terribly vindicated, that no one could gainsay me. I could not be reproached either for making the war or with want of preparation for it.
I thought I knew a good deal about it all, and I was sure I should not fail. Therefore, although impatient for the morning, I slept soundly and had no need for cheering dreams. Facts are better than dreams.
June 12 1942 Amsterdam
There were books and a new pair of shoes, and most prized of all was the red, cream and beige checkered notebook with a pretty metal clasp
Excerpt from Hannah Pick-Goslar’s
My Friend Anne Frank (2023, Page 86)
On the Friday morning of Anne’s birthday, I did our usual whistle under her apartment and waited for her to come down. ‘Happy birthday!’ I shouted as soon as I saw a beaming Anne rushing down her front stoop.
‘I was so excited I woke up at six,’ she told me, and then rattled off a list of gifts that had been waiting for her on the dining room table. There were books and a new pair of shoes, and most prized of all was the red, cream and beige checkered notebook with a pretty metal clasp she had pointed out to her father at Blankevoort, our local bookshop. She told me she was going to use it as the diary she’d always wanted. I wondered if she’d show me any of what she might write, but knew better than to ask. At school that day, Anne passed around cookies for the happy occasion and the whole class formed a circle around her and wished her a very happy birthday.