Thursday
Jun. 12, 2003
TWA 800
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Poem: "TWA 800," by Mary Jo Salter from Open Shutters (Alfred A. Knopf).
TWA 800
Months after it had plummeted off the coast
of Long Island, and teams of divers scoured
the ocean floor for blasted puzzle pieces
to hoist and reassemble like
a dinosaur (all human cargo lost,
too shattered to restore to more
than names), I heard my postcard
to friends in France had been delivered at last.
Slipped in a padded bag, with a letter
from the U.S. Postal Service ("apologies
for any inconvenience caused
by the accident"), and sea-soaked but intact,
it was legible in every word
I'd written ("Looking forward
to seeing you!") and on the stamp I'd pressed
into a corner: "Harriet Quimby,
Pioneer Pilot." Under her goggled helmet,
she was smiling like a hostess at
this fifty-cent anecdote, in which the most
expendable is preserved and no
rope's thrown to the rest.
Literary Notes:
It's the birthday of Anne
Frank, born in Frankfurt, Germany in 1929, who kept a diary while she
and her family hid from the Nazis during World War II. Her Jewish parents saw
that Germany was becoming a hostile place for them to live and so they moved
to the Netherlands in 1933. Hitler invaded the Netherlands in 1940, and in 1942
Anne's father decided it was too dangerous to stay in his own house. He moved
his family into the attic of a friend's store, where they stayed for the next
two years with another Jewish family. They brought food, clothes and furniture,
and a store worker concealed the entrance to the attic with an old filing shelf.
They were forced to whisper and tread softly during the day while there were
customers in the store below, but at night they were free to listen to the radio
and talk with each other. Anne Frank grew up wanting to be a writer, and wrote
in her diary almost every day she was in hiding, filling up several notebooks.
After two years of keeping her diary, she heard a radio broadcast that from
London about how important war diaries and letters were. After that, she rewrote
her entries into a single 324-page book, with the hope of getting it published
after the war.
In June of 1944, the American and English armies landed on the French coast
and the war seemed to be coming to an end. But just as they were making plans
to come out of hiding, the Frank family was betrayed, and then arrested on the
morning of August 4th, 1944, 25 months after they moved into the store attic.
They were taken to a concentration camp, where Anne Frank died of typhus in
1945. The Gestapo raided the Franks' old hiding place for money and jewelry,
but they left Anne's diary behind, where it was eventually found by two store
employees. Her father survived the war and had the diary published in 1947.
Within ten years it had been translated into more than sixty languages. Anne
Frank wrote, "It's an odd idea for someone like me to keep a diary; not
only because I have never done so before, but because it seems to me that neither
I, nor for that matter anyone else, will be interested in the unbosomings of
a thirteen year-old schoolgirl." Anne Frank wrote, "It's difficult
in times like these: ideals, dreams and cherished hopes rise within us, only
to be crushed by grim reality. It's a wonder I haven't abandoned all my ideals,
they seem so absurd and impractical. Yet I cling to them because I still believe,
in spite of everything, that people are truly good at heart."
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