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Jewish Refugee Diary Project
You must complete at least 5 parts of each research guide before starting that specific journal entry
Entry One: Life Before the Invasion
Concentration Camp/ Hiding/ Defection
Entry 4 Feelings Expressed in Poetry
After WWII: Write as Survivor
Research Your Jewish Refugee
Create five Diary Entries playing the role of your character.
You will create an Diary so plan ahead by writing on sections of paper that are equal size.
Reflection of a Family Member
Create Your Diary
Include at least 2 pictures.
August 21st 1942: “Now our Secret Annex has truly become secret. Because so many houses are being searched for hidden bicycles, Mr. Kugler thought it would be better to have a bookcase built in front of the entrance to our hiding place. It swings out on its hinges and opens like a door. Mr. Voskuijl did the carpentry work. (Mr. Voskuijl has been told that the seven of us are in hiding, and he’s been most helpful.) Now whenever we want to go downstairs we have to duck and then jump. After the first three days we were all walking around with bumps on our foreheads from banging our heads against the low doorway. Then Peter cushioned it by nailing a towel stuffed with wood shavings to the doorframe. Let’s see if it helps!”
July 8th 1942: “At three o’clock (Hello had left but was supposed to come back later), the doorbell rang. I didn’t hear it, since I was out on the balcony, lazily reading in the sun. A little while later Margot appeared in the kitchen doorway looking very agitated. “Father has received a call-up notice from the SS,” she whispered. “Mother has gone to see Mr. van Daan” (Mr. van Daan is Father’s business partner and a good friend.) I was stunned. A call-up: everyone knows what that means. Visions of concentration camps and lonely cells raced through my head. How could we let Father go to such a fate? “Of course he’s not going,” declared Margot as we waited for Mother in the living room. “Mother’s gone to Mr. van Daan to ask whether we can move to our hiding place tomorrow. The van Daans are going with us. There will be seven of us altogether.” Silence. We couldn’t speak. The thought of Father off visiting someone in the Jewish Hospital and completely unaware of what was happening, the long wait for Mother, the heat, the suspense – all this reduced us to silence.
Pick a Theme
Pick a Rhyme Scheme
Write a Line and build from there.
Pick a Sound Device
Everyday started with same painful process...
Lightning split the sky as gun shots rang