EDITH H. LAVROFF
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Reflections of a new writer....

9/3/2020

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Have you ever had an irresistible urge to to write a boo, a poem, or anything? Yes? Then you know how hard it is to resist this impulse. Well, I felt the urge to write my biography because I heard it so many times, "You should write a book about your life and your experiences!"
Why, will  you ask, should I think myself important enough to write my memoirs? I am not a famous public figure, I did not win Olympic gold, I am not a movie star;  I am just a simple housewife and mother.  However, I am a human being who has a story to tell, just like everybody else.  I like telling it, and I hope, if you read the book, that it will give you a few happy hours of living g in another world, far away from where you are now.
Now you will ask, "Who are you  anyway?"
Here goes, a very short description of my life story.
I was born in Indonesia, at that time the Netherlands Indies, a  colony of the Dutch. My mom was German, my dad was Dutch. Spent the war years in concentration camps on Java, then lived in Turkey for a while and was home-schooled.  I was a very bad girl, and then sent to Holland to finish my schooling. I had fallen in love with a man much older than I was. He went for it, unfortunately. I was fifteen years old. (To be continued)

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