The Diary of A Young Girl

Part 8 SATURDAY, APRIL 15, 1944Dearest Kitty,“There’s just one bad thing after another. When will it all end?” You can sure say that again. Guess what’s happened now? Peter forgot to unbolt the front door. As a result, Mr. Kugler and the warehouse employees couldn’t get in. He went to Keg’s, smashed in our office […]

Part 7 WEDNESDAY, MARCH 1, 1944Dearest Kitty,My own affairs have been pushed to the background by . . . a break-in. I’m boring you with all my break-ins, but what can I do when burglars take such pleasure in honoring Gies & Go. with their presence? This incident is much more complicated than the last

Part 6 SUNDAY, JANUARY 2, 1944Dearest Kitty,This morning, when I had nothing to do, I leafed through the pages of my diary and came across so many letters dealing with the subject of “Mother” in such strong terms that I was shocked. I said to myself, “Anne, is that really you talking about hate? Oh,

Part 5 SUNDAY, JULY 11, 1943Dear Kitty,To get back to the subject of child-rearing (for the umpteenth time), let me tell you that I’m doing my best to be helpful, friendly and kind and to do all I can to keep the rain of rebukes down to a light drizzle. It’s not easy trying to

Part 4 WEDNESDAY, JANUARY 13, 1943Dearest Kitty,This morning I was constantly interrupted, and as a result I haven’t been able to finish a single thing I’ve begun.We have a new pastime, namely, filling packages with powdered gravy. The gravy is one of Gies & Co.’s products. Mr. Kugler hasn’t been able to find anyone else

Part 3 TUESDAY, OCTOBER 20, 1942Dearest Kitty,My hand’s still shaking, though it’s been two hours since we had the scare. I should explain that there are five fire extinguishers in the building. The office staff stupidly forgot to warn us that the carpenter, or whatever he’s called, was coming to fill the extinguishers. As a

Part 2 FRIDAY, JULY 10, 1942Dearest Kitty,I’ve probably bored you with my long description of our house, but I still think you should know where I’ve ended up; how I ended up here is something you’ll figure out from my next letters.But first, let me continue my story, because, as you know, I wasn’t finished.

Part 1 SUNDAY, JUNE 14, 1942 I’ll begin from the moment I got you, the moment I saw you lying on the table among my other birthday presents. (I went along when you were bought, but that doesn’t count.)On Friday, June 12, I was awake at six o’clock, which isn’t surprising, since it was my