RT. HON. SIR WINSTON SPENCER CHURCHILL
ANNE FRANK
ROUND TABLE OF NEBRASKA
The Bookworm 2501 S. 90th St
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Omaha Chapter of the International Churchill Society
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February 22nd
Sunday 1:30 pm at the Bookworm
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Martin Gilbert’s
Winston S. Churchill Volume 6 Finest Hour 1939-1940
Chapter 20 ‘The Weygand Plan’ (1983, pages 378-382)
Winston S. Churchill’s
Their Finest Hour
Chapter 3 ‘The Battle of France’ (1949, pages 62-70)
Andrew Roberts’
Churchill Walking With Destiny
Chapter 21 ‘The Fall of France: May-June 1940 (2018, pages 537-538)
Hannah Pick-Goslar’s
My Friend Anne Frank Chapter 10 ‘Limbo’ (2023, pages 129-163)
Paris
May 22 1940
Our fellows will probably fight – as it is their only chance of getting out!
Excerpt from Andrew Roberts’ Walking With Destiny (2018, page 537)
Churchill flew to Paris at 8.30 a.m. on 22 May to try to encourage Reynaud and Weygand to counter-attack. ‘He started in blinding rain and the clouds were low,’ Clementine wrote to Beaverbrook after seeing him off. He initially thought Weygand ‘magnificent’, but reports of French fighting spirit were bad. ‘Will the French fight?’ Cadogan wondered. ‘Our fellows will probably fight – as it is their only chance of getting out!’ Ismay feared that the French would use Britain’s refusal to send more infantry divisions, let alone the fifteen fighter squadrons they were now requesting, as an excuse to accept generous peace terms from the Germans.
Summer 1943
Westerbork, Netherlands
Watching her play reminded me of Anne and I at her age, chasing our hoops in Merwedeplein Square, free and unburdened.
Excerpt from Hannah Pick-Goslar’s
My Friend Anne Frank (2023, Page 150)
I came to adore the children at the orphanage but I had a favourite: a slight girl with long dark hair named Sarah Eva. She was seven years old and there with her brother. I imagined her parents putting their children in hiding in a farmhouse in the Dutch countryside, thinking they’d be safer this way, living far from neighbours who could have been tipped off by their cries or the sound of their laughter and turned them in. I assumed their parents were still safely underground because they had not come through Westerbork. I liked to imagine Sarah Eva and her brother reuniting with them when this madness ended. Until then, I thought, I’ll help watch out for them, especially Sarah Eva, who slept in my bunk. In the mornings, I’d plait her dark brown hair. I tucked her in every night with a kiss. During the day, when I was in the orphanage, she’d follow me around and tug on my skirt. It was our game because she knew that when she did, I’d turn around and try to catch her. ‘Hanneli, here I am!’ she’d giggle and dash behind a bunk. I loved the sound of her laugh. It was pure and clear, like bells ringing. Watching her play reminded me of Anne and I at her age, chasing our hoops in Merwedeplein Square, free and unburdened. It also took away some of the pang of missing Gabi while she was being cared for by the nurses.