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"It Takes a lot of Sh*t to Make a Garden Grow" by author Cara Wilson-Granat

“All successful people have the uncanny ability to focus on what is possible in a situation, what positive results come from it. No matter how much negative feedback they get from their environment, they think in terms of possibilities. They think that everything happens for a reason, and it serves them. They believe that every adversity contains the seed of an equivalent or greater benefit.”
~ Anthony Robbins, Unlimited Power ~

 In my recent book, “It Takes A Lot Of Sh*t To Make a Garden Grow,” I feature some amazing individuals who have faced and many are still facing some pretty hefty life-challenges. But it’s not just their challenges that I find so compelling. It’s how they each have risen above them to find more positive pathways and perspectives in which to grow their lives. They are beyond inspiring. I hope you take the time to “meet” them.

My blogs give me a chance to continue writing about others who are helping me learn to be a better “excrementalist,” as I’ve been called! I’d like you to meet three incredible people. Each symbolizes my firm belief that no matter what we’re dwelt with in this lifetime we all have the power to shovel out of crappy situations and ultimately create extraordinary new lives. One is a chef who lost his sense of taste. The other is a brain scientist who was nearly decimated by a stroke.  And the third is a surgeon who was struck by a disease that crippled his fingers. Their stories are featured in a riveting article in the www.dailygood.org: Lessons from Those Who Lost…and Found, by Pavithra Mehta. Click here to read the entire article.

I’m always in awe of the power of the human spirit and what we’re truly capable of accomplishing, especially when we’re tested time and time again with mountainous “manuretia” that oftentimes seems insurmountable. Chronic pain. Disease. Accidents. Tremendous losses—physical, mental, spiritual. Homelessness. Cruelty. Divorce. Heartache. Blindness. The list is endless.

But every day I read about one more person or animal who not only survives but thrives against all odds. Their stories help me rebound again from whatever pit I’ve spiraled into and under. I truly believe this is Earth School and we’ve individually raised our hands to take on this crazy curriculum of learning—each with our own unique life agenda.

The key ingredient to success is sheer balance between the garbage and the garden. Both are reflections of choices that we ourselves make. Sure you probably didn’t plan for all that “you-know-what” when it hits the fan big time. But how you deal with it is how you inevitably grow beyond it. It’s up to you. All the mulch and compost and germinating seeds and endless acres of verdant possibilities are who you are. How rich and abundant your garden is depends on what you add to it and how much you put into it; how much you’re willing to shovel and grow a new life.

Whether you look at life as fertile ground for infinite possibilities, or as Pavithra Mehta sees it, a way to find what was seemingly lost—it is a twist of fate and perspective that can make or break us. The key, or the shovel is in our very own hands…

 

A Novel Idea for Mother’s Day

Why not give Mom some sh*t she’s gonna really love?!

Isn’t it time to give Mom something she can really relate to after all the challenges she’s faced (or the crap you’ve put her through!) Here is a book with the voices of many who are shoveling their way out of amazing mountains of life’s “manuretia” and not only surviving, but thriving. Just like Mom is doing!

Cover - It Takes A Lot of Shit

See book details and order today!

Another Novel Idea for Mother’s Day

To your favorite Mom from Mother Nature!

All of Nature has a voice, a lesson, something unique to teach us. Here is a book that will offer Mom a sense of peace and harmony within herself as she watches and listens to the gentle wisdom of Mother Nature. How to embrace and let go, to be patient and accepting, to go with the flow, to accept the inevitability of change, on and on…

 NatureTeachers

Now available on Amazon.com.

Or

Take advantage of a special Mother’s Day offer to purchase all three of my books for $30 on www.wordsfromcara.com

Every Grain of Sand

Hour Glass

It always amazes me. This circle of life thing. How little puffs of life’s circumstances, bits of passages, happen concurrently; some even colliding into each other, or paralleling along the paths. One happy thing happens while another spirals down into an abyss…

Dylan’s “Grains of Sand” struck me as just the words I needed to color in the feelings of it all. How time and each moment of time is “…like a sparrow falling, like every grain of sand.” Precious, elusive increments gone practically before they arrive. Ephemeral little sparks of energy not to be missed. All to be savored; each to be appreciated and then released.

Each swift time passage as unique as the numbered hair: The joy of friends celebrating a brand new grandchild and in the same week their deep sorrow in burying an elderly loved one. Another longtime friend of mine struck down by a truck while she was simply crossing the street. A delightful woman of joy and beauty and rainbows of color, she is now thankfully and amazingly alive but bedridden and broken from head-to-toe and fighting to find her laughter again. And then the unthinkable courage of a mother relating her precious eight-year-old son’s battle to stay alive through the horror of the cancerous demon suffocating him. She begged us on Facebook—friends and total strangers—to pray for a miracle to save Gage (“Fighting for Gage”) and then when he begged her to let him go to Heaven, she asked us to pray that he be released of his struggle. Blessedly, that just happened. And now, another mother is reaching out to us for her little girl, “A Tale of Bella” and the prayers continue. Other stories of animals rescued and abandoned and performing heroic efforts prove to us all that they are not merely our equals, but in so many ways our superiors. Our angels. As are the animal-rescuers who fight to keep them alive.

My sister had to put her beloved old dog down in that dreaded ritual of release, and hours before she heard some encouraging words about her career that gave her hope along with her sorrow. Pete and I were stuck in a terrible traffic jam the other day as we headed for a beautiful gathering with friends to celebrate a Bris, the ancient Jewish ritual of honoring the little boy’s eighth day of life. And while we sat in that morass of unmoving cars we saw the blinking of police cars up ahead and streets being cordoned off. When we finally arrived at the home of our friends we found out that the traffic was both for the visiting Dalai Lama speaking nearby and also a traffic fatality of a cyclist. The Dalai Lama, a dying man, and an infant whose spirits lifted into that circle of mortality, like an inhale and exhale…

Life and death. Death and life. All played within moments from each other. All happening simultaneously and in layers. A few days before, Pete and I were able to enjoy a brief Sunday afternoon escape together along the soothing sands and foaming waves of Cardiff-by-the-Sea, while shore birds soared above us and families gathered in play temporarily free of all cares. Later, I bought myself gratitude flowers in honor of my son, Jesse’s birthday. And this weekend if I’m so blessed I’ll continue my flower ritual for my other son, Ethan’s birthday. And I just say “thank you” over and over again for this gift of time to savor every wondrous grain of life. As fleeting as minuscule bits of sand sifting through an hourglass…

An Auto-Body Experience in the Smog-Check Shop

Fish Swimming

I certainly wasn’t expecting it. I definitely wasn’t prepared to be so “transported” when bringing my car in to be smogged. I mean I was nervous enough that it wouldn’t pass the test. Oh those dastardly tests: the memory of past school exams, the horrid “blue books”, the smell of failure and last-minute panic attacks began to hit me in waves. I hate taking tests so much it’s reached the phobic stage. I won’t play games (okay yes to Scrabble and that’s about it) and finally realize the source of such deep-seated angst. I’m seriously missing a logic chip. I was simply born without one. I couldn’t tell you a “this-is-to-this-as-that-is-to-that” if my life depended on it. I longed to have a photographic memory. Or at least one that retained all the most important stuff that was guaranteed to be asked on those horrible tests. But nooooo. I remembered only abstracts. People’s strange names and quirky facts about their birthmarks or childhoods or romances or pets or fatal diseases. But, important dates, times, charters, plans, etc.??? Tumbleweed. Nada. Nothing would stick. For the life of me I have no idea how I received my college degree. And no, I didn’t sleep with the professors. Ah, well there was that one cute Anthropology prof… never mind. I digress. And yes, amazingly, I did graduate.

But back to getting my car smog-checked. I drove there early in the morning so as to avoid a crowd. Immediately I was met by the owner, a beaming, handsome Asian gentleman who directed me to the back of the room toward his desk. The entire setting was immaculate. There was a sparseness and everything-in-its-place look about it all. The feng shui was right. You could just feel the positive energy. There was something welcoming, safe, even lovely about being there.

And could it be? Yes, I wasn’t seeing things. In the midst of all kinds of car paraphernalia there were two large, glistening aquariums. They too were kept spotless inside and out and filled with a ballet of beautiful fish who immediately came right up to the glass as if to telepathically converse with me. I began kissing their little lips pressed up in front of mine and I was soon in love. They followed me from side-to-side, disappearing into their rocky shell-encrusted homes only to emerge and tease me into more laughter and kisses. I turned to the shop owner and commented on their adorable personalities and responsiveness. “Oh yes,” he laughed. “And they never talk back!”

In what seemed like an instant, my little car had passed her test in flying colors. I had been so distracted by the serenity and sweetness of those fish and the calming effect this harmonious place had on me that I forgot about exams and cars and machinery and smog-testing noises of any kind.

I had entered this man’s state of grace. He could have been a Monk, or Master Teacher of Tai Chi, or some kind of High Priest.  It’s easy to be holy on a mountain top. But to create holiness inside a car- mechanic-smog-testing bay off a busy, traffic-glutted street and transform it into a state of Nirvana, well that’s enlightenment. I was almost sorry I had to leave so soon. My car had received her “diploma” and I was more relaxed and at peace than ever. Maybe if I’d stepped into this magical place years ago I might have gotten better grades. But I did learn something more important. If we are at peace within ourselves and lovingly take pride in our world no matter where it is and what we do, everyone around us benefits. Waving goodbye to my “Mr. Miyagi” I asked him if he did any other work on cars and he said, “No. Just smog. That’s all I do.” Too bad. I will miss him and the fish. I almost believed that if I turned and looked back he would have disappeared.  Just another auto-body experience never to be forgotten…

Healing the “ouch-effect”

The Stone and the Ripple Effect

“The voyage of self-discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes.”
~ Marcel Proust ~

Remember the last moments of the classic movie, E.T.-The Extra-Terrestrial? It’s one of my most favorite movies and those last seconds expressed by the boy, Elliot, and E.T. as they say goodbye to each other reflects all that I’m feeling right now.

E.T.: Come…

Elliot: (solemnly) Stay…

E.T.: (puts his finger to his glowing heart) Ouch.

Elliot: (mimics the same action, tearfully) Ouch.

E.T.: (E.T. and Elliot embrace each other, then E.T. puts his glowing finger to Elliot’s forehead) I’ll…be…right…here.

Elliot: (tearfully) bye.

E.T.: Be good. (touching heart about to leave.) Ouch.

(from the movie, E.T.-The Extra-Terrestrial))

I thought about how many ways to express it, this deep sorrow I’m feeling for the suffering of the world right now. E.T. said it best, “Ouch.” My soul hurts. My spirit hurts. I feel this immense state of “ouchness” for the people in Alabama and all the surrounding areas struck so horribly by a second-time twister. And those in Syria begging us to help them and all we do is watch horrendous film clips of babies, mothers, the innocent ones, brave reporters, being mowed down by murderers. “Ouch.” And animals caught in the cross-fires of human cruelty—gassed and shot, abandoned. We’re exposed to them all on Facebook and all over the media. Wolf carcasses spilling out of the back of the truck of their beaming human killers. Oceans suffocating in swirling acres of plastic. Everywhere I turn, everywhere I look there seems to be more and more suffering. Even within my own family and friends there is some great sorrow that I can’t alleviate. I can’t make it go away. So I stand in the middle of my life and cry out helplessly to it all, “Ouch.”

I know so many of you feel as I do. Many of you turn to your religions, to prayer, to organizations, activities, selfless volunteer work that helps greatly. I find that all of these efforts are powerful. Finding a place of peace and love within our own lives, our own circle of loved ones is a way to feel less hopeless. Doing something good is always the answer, always the way back home. Shoveling out the garbage and creating gardens of new perspective is how we discover new pathways to higher consciousness. I find sustenance in giving my talks, reaching out to others and giving them something within themselves to want to go on no matter what. I write and speak about what I need to believe, and it’s not always easy.

At this moment I am feeling this deep sense of “ouch” for our beautiful planet and the pervasive pain it’s going through everywhere. I wonder if that angelic little E.T. asked me to go with him right now would I leave all this ouchness for a better and different and kinder world? My spirit says, “Yes, go…” But my humanness says, “Stay and make it better. Don’t give up. Live…”

As my beloved mentor Otto Frank, Anne Frank’s father, expressed to me when I was at another low place in my life looking at the world in the sixties through hopeless glasses, “If the end of the world would be imminent, you still must plant a tree today.” He believed fiercely in never giving up hope.

At the end of each of my talks I offer people a small, smooth stone out of a bowl. I tell them it represents each of them, each of us. A stone thrown into a pool of water radiates ripples that go on and on and on. Seeing ourselves as that little stone, sending out ripples of positivity or negativity is our choice. But it’s not just an empty gesture. There is actual, scientific evidence that what we think—good and bad—can and does change the world, thought-by-thought, ripple-by-ripple. Here is an excerpt from my book, Nature Teachers:

“Dr. Masaru Emoto, an internationally renowned science researcher and author, has written a revolutionary series of books, the first one entitled, Messages from Water. The premise of his research is that the power of prayer, beneficial healing sounds and words can even change the physical property of water crystals. In his continued research, Dr. Emoto has discovered that all substances and phenomena have their own unique magnetic resonance fields. His photographs of the dramatic contrasts between frozen water before and after prayer, angry and kind words or thoughts, and gentle and strident music are amazing. His work is so important on so many levels. He is documenting the scientific evidence that all of life is a vital force capable of reacting to positive or negative energy. Everything. The more we are aware of this vital energy, the more we are able to focus on our own power and the impact it has on everything and everybody.”

I encourage you to read Dr. Emoto’s book. It may help you realize that you actually can do something right now to help the world, just by your loving thoughts. I had to write this to remind myself that this is so and to help heal this quagmire of sorrow I am feeling for this life, these earthly beings of all species that I love so much. So, to answer beautiful E.T.’s quest to leave this place, I would probably have to do what Elliot opted to do as well. Stay. And do all I can to bless the “ouchness” of our beautiful planet with all my heart and soul; see it healing and growing in spite of or maybe because of the cataclysms in its wake. And follow E.T.’s sage advice to simply, “Be good.”

An elder Cherokee Native American was teaching his grandchildren about life.

He said to them, “A fight is going on inside me. It is a terrible fight and it is between two wolves. One wolf is evil – he is fear, anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, competition, superiority, and ego.

The other is good – he is joy, peace, love, hope, sharing, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, friendship, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith. This same fight is going on inside you, and inside every other person, too.”

They thought about it for a minute and then one child asked his grandfather, “Which wolf will win?”

The old Cherokee simply replied, “The one you feed.”

An Interview with Anne Frank’s Family

Buddy & Gerti Elias

I know many of you are aware of my longtime correspondence with Anne Frank’s father, Otto Frank. Our friendship is documented in nearly twenty years of letters back and forth in my book, Dear Cara-Letters From Otto Frank. Gratefully, my friendship with Otto’s nephew, Buddy Elias (Anne Frank’s first cousin), and Buddy’s wife, Gerti, has continued long after Otto’s passing in 1980.

Before I was about to meet Otto at last in Basel, Switzerland, my dearest mentor encouraged me to first meet Buddy and Bambi (Gerti) who were visiting in Hollywood, California, where I was living at the time. And so it was that I welcomed Anne Frank’s first cousin to my table where we shared cantaloupe and laughter and even tears. I was awestruck. Buddy is a firecracker of a man. All energy and passion and expressive eyes and a room-filling presence that only a performer has. It was as if I had come face-to-face with Anne Frank incarnate. He is so much what I envisioned her to be like with her sense of drama and charm. Buddy is a popular actor throughout Europe. In contrast, his beautiful wife, Gerti, (who was once also an actor) was and still is a willowy, beautiful study in grace and quiet strength. They are deeply in love and have been for almost 50 years.

Gerti has co-authored a book with the legendary writer, Mirjam Pressler, entitled “Anne Frank’s Family.” It is a must-read for all who want to know the up to now untold story of the Frank family from a deeply moving perspective. You are brought into the world of grandparents, uncles, aunts and cousins in Switzerland, waiting to hear about their beloved family caught in the Holocaust crosshairs. Only cryptic notes and letters gave Otto’s relatives hints of those in hiding and before that the abundance of letters, poems, notes echo the very heart and soul of this astounding, profoundly loving family. Gerti talks briefly about her book in this interview.

The Elias’ have become part of my own family—Buddy even attended my son, Jesse’s, high school graduation—and I spent brief times visiting them in their beautiful Swiss family residence. I’ve met their two gorgeous sons and the youngest, Oliver, has stayed with my son, Ethan in his L.A. home and also my studio in Monterey, we all want them to come back and play! A few years ago, my husband Pete and I met Buddy and Gerti in San Francisco for dinner together. They are amazing people.

Still fueled by immense fervor to keep the Frank family’s legacy alive, these two continue to travel worldwide giving talks and book readings.

Recently, I interviewed them via email and they answered back. I left their conversation intact in keeping with their German-Swiss pronunciation, only adding a few explanatory addendums to help the flow of the sentencing.

I’ve also followed this conversation with a far more in depth article written in 2008 that I found quite informative. It was written by the Senior Editor of PR.com, Allison Kugel, and I think you’ll enjoy it as much as I did.

Here now is our conversation:

How important is it for you to keep the legacy of Anne Frank and Otto Frank alive?

Buddy: It is the most important part of my life. I have been spared the terrible destiny of my beloved Frank family. The least I can do is to keep the legacy of Anne, Margot, Edith and Otto alive.

 

What is the main aspect about Otto Frank that you would like the world to know?

Buddy: His humanistic thinking and acting. (NOTE: Buddy wants the world to know of the great humanitarian efforts that Otto Frank was involved in and how he lived what he spoke so passionately about. He acted on his words.) Buddy added about Otto that,“If he would still be alive today he would despair about the situation in Israel.”
If you could compare Otto Frank to any great individual—fiction or non-fiction—who would it be and why?
Buddy: I cannot compare him to anyone. Otto is Otto. Those that knew him know what I mean.

 

What is your earliest memory of Otto Frank? What was it about him that impacted you the most? When was the last time you saw him?

Buddy: I knew Otto already (sic: when I was) as a small child. I always admired his combination of seriousness and humour. The last time I saw him was shortly before his death. (NOTE: Otto Frank died in 1980, in Basel, Switzerland, at the age of 91 years old.)

Buddy, what is your earliest/favorite memory of Anne Frank and why do you think she has such impact on the world today?
Buddy: Anne was a lovable, funny, cheerful playmate with always lots of ideas what to do or what to play. Margot was highly intelligent, always the best in school. But I cannot remember having played games with her. She was always reading. Otto always said: “The whole world talks about Anne and no one about Margot”  He was sorry about that. He loved Margot also very much.

Do you feel a great responsibility being the first cousin of Anne Frank? How has being related to Anne and Otto Frank changed your life? What have you learned about people? About love? About bigotry?
Buddy: Anne’s Diary gives the answers to many humanistic questions. For instance, (sic: wanting to envision) our planet without discrimination and (sic: having) peace for all mankind. Every reader young or old gets the message. I still get mail by people telling, “Anne Frank’s Diary has changed my life.”  “Anne’s legacy gives me great responsibility.” It has changed my life completely. Apart from my acting career, it has become my duty to visit schools or organizations and talk to people who have read the Diary about Anne, the Holocaust, anti-Semitism, racism, love-hate and humanistic questions. I do this quite often (sic: speaking to people).

Just two days ago I was in a small town in Germany talking and reading and there was a lady from Israel singing Hebrew songs and at the end she asked the audience to a rise and she sang the Hatikwa* for the 6 million murdered Jews. It was so moving.

(*Hatikva: The National Anthem of Israel)

Otto Frank had expressed to me the philosophy in believing that even if the end of the world would be imminent we must still plant a tree today. Do you agree with him? Do you have hope for the world?

Buddy: About Otto’s philosophy to plant a tree even if the end of the world was near – I would not have the strength. My outlook about the future of our planet is quite pessimistic.

 

How has being related to Anne and Otto and Margot Frank affected/impacted your own children’s lives?

Buddy: Our sons (Note: Patrick and Oliver) are absolutely aware of the terrible destiny of Otto and his family. But their life today occupies problems for them and their life and families (sic:and that is) enough.

 

Do you think Anne would still agree with her feelings as expressed in her Diary that… “People are really good at heart…”

Buddy: No I don’t think so. Anne would see the world more realistically today.

 

When I asked Otto if he knew who betrayed him he simply said, “It doesn’t matter.” What do you think he meant by that?

Buddy: I think that Otto knew who betrayed them, but he did not want to talk about it or prosecute his (sic:meaning the betrayer’s) family. He mentioned once to me that he did not want that another family should suffer because a family member committed a crime.

I am absolutely sure that Carol Ann Lee’s theory is correct. (NOTE: Carol Ann Lee is the author of the book, The Hidden Life of Otto Frank.) It was Tony Ahlers and his 3 friends. Gringhuis murdered Jews himself and was executed after the war. He was present at the arrest as well as the other friend of Ahlers. Ahlers son and brother both confirmed that Tony was the betrayor. Ahlers blackmailed Otto once already before the family was arrested.

 

 

How do you think Otto Frank would feel today realizing all the attention he’s received from the world?

Buddy: Otto never wanted to stand in the limelight. It was always Anne for him.

 

Gerti, can you tell us about that amazing moment when you discovered all those letters and photographs, etc. in the attic from Otto and his family? When did you decide to share them with the world and why? What has been the reaction of others to your book, “Anne Frank’s Family”?

Gerti: First I found fascinating letters dated from the 19th Century , but I could not make out at first if they were family members.Then I found Otto’s letters to his sister, Leni, and read his love for his little sister (letters from the first World War). I hardly could hold back my tears.

I found and read many, many more letters (about 6,000) and was overwhelmed by the love that came out of these documents of all family members to each other. Especially Alice Frank’s (NOTE: Mother of Otto Frank) letters and poems, her love to her children and grandchildren Stephan, Buddy, Margot and Anne. I realized that Anne inherited this culture already as a small child. The result was her Diary. Alice wrote not only wonderful letters, but moving poems as well, even humerous ones too, like the rest of the Frank family.

When I had finished reading all the correspondence, there developed in my mind the idea of a book. It was supported immediately by our literary agent.

We receive quite a few letters by readers thanking us for the book. We have read in many German cities as well as in London, New York and Jerusalem.

 

Anne Frank’s Last Living Relative, First Cousin Buddy Elias, Gives Insight Into Anne’s Life and Her Famous Diary

By Allison Kugel, Senior Editor – May 06, 2008 (PR.com)

http://www.pr.com/article/1099

 

 

 

Meet “Otto’s Children”

Dear Cara: Letters from Otto FrankWhen I wrote Dear Cara-Letters From Otto Frank years ago (it was the second book after Love, Otto), recounting a nearly 20-year correspondence and friendship with Anne Frank’s father, Otto Frank, I could never have imagined that it would be such a gift that keeps on giving to me in so many ways. I never anticipated the extraordinary connection to some wonderful people who became a great part of my life—an extended family. In addition to my beloved Otto and Fritzi Frank, were included Buddy (Anne Frank’s first cousin) and Gerti (Bambi) Elias, Miep Gies (Otto Frank’s assistant and the main lifeline to the Franks and the others in hiding), and Eva Schloss (Fritzi’s daughter.) The added joy was the fact that I would also inherit what were to become my “soul siblings.

Back in 1977, I was contacted by someone who has since become a brother, best friend, and Father.  Literally. John Neiman is a priest and he’s my loving “Father” John.  Here’s what he says about our initial meeting. Otto and Fritzi told me all about you when I first visited them in June, 1976. Otto was going to give me your address, but he forgot (you can well imagine that we talked about many things, including Auschwitz). He was so excited when he was telling me about you and all your letters. He was convinced we must not live far from each other and he was right.”

John finally did write me after he read an article about my connection to Otto Frank in the Los Angeles Times. Through the years, John joined in lots of my family gatherings—from Thanksgivings to Passovers to a lunch with Miep and Jan. In 1986, I was privileged to be invited to attend John’s ordination ceremony when he became a priest. Miep and Jan also attended and it was a very moving experience I’ll never forget.

Years later, around 1995, I attended an art gallery in Pacific Grove, where I lived. My book had just been published and the gallery owner, Judy Jensen, had read about me in a local Monterey newspaper. It was then that she told me that she had a friend who also knew Otto Frank. When she told me that it was Ryan Cooper my heart nearly stopped. I had written about Ryan in my book.  Fritzi had told me about his friendship with Otto and I found his story fascinating, but I didn’t know Ryan at all. After that I was given his phone number and called him! Ryan Cooper is an artist/illustrator and antiques dealer from Massachusetts. We instantly clicked, both of us so overjoyed to have found each other. I have Ryan’s lovely art works of Anne and Otto in my home and we have met a few times through the years; the last being at Pete’s and my wedding in Pacific Grove nearly five years ago.

It was always a dream of mine to gather some of the longtime correspondents of Otto and do a documentary about them. I write about a few of them in the book, including Father John and Ryan. Each of us is connected in this special way being one of “Otto’s Children.” For a flurry of time it looked like this dream was going to come true with a team gathering interest and promised funding to make it happen. But at this juncture in time it looks like it’s but a dream.

Yet Ryan and John and I are forever joined at the heart. They are my brothers in spirit. I am their sister. As you will read in their recent interviews these two fine individuals have had some of the most poignant experiences any of us other “Otto’s Children” could only wish for in our wildest dreams. They have both held The Diary. Ryan has walked with Otto into the hiding place. They each formed long-lasting friendships with Miep and Fritzi and Eva and others. Both Father John and Ryan are like living, breathing Almanacs recounting minute details, dates, times about the Franks and the Holocaust and all connected to Anne and Otto in photographic memory. Both give talks about Otto as do I. We all hope that someday we’ll be able to give a talk together, something we’ve never done before.

I remained very close to Fritzi, who was a dear and supportive friend and surrogate grandmother to me. During my darkest times, she was there in her letters to keep me going, very much like her precious husband, Otto, who had passed away years before. The last time I saw her was in February 1998 on her 93rd birthday in London where she was staying with Eva and her family; and though everyone thought she wouldn’t remember me because her memory was rapidly failing, she did indeed know me, asking me most of all about my sons, (she and Otto always sent them these yummy gingerbread cookies every holiday) and hugged me as fiercely as she did the first time we met so many years prior. Father John’s huge bouquet of flowers arrived for her while she and I were visiting and she was so thrilled and remembered him too. She loved him very much. Fritzi died on October 1st  of that same year. I felt so blessed that I got to see her when I did. She was a delightful, incredible woman. I adored her. Father John said of Fritzi, “Can you imagine that at one time she was selected to be gassed and she lived to see her great-grandchildren. The power of love and the human spirit!”  So very true. I still am close to Buddy and Gerti Elias and am grateful for our friendship through the years. (I’ve written about them in a separate blog.)

I now introduce you to Ryan Cooper and Father John Neiman. We three are but a few of a global gathering of “Otto’s Children.” They are my lifelong brothers and I love them dearly.

 

Father John Neiman

When did you first discover/read The Diary of Anne Frank?
I first read The Diary of Anne Frank when I was in 5th grade.

 

What was your life like before then and what changed after you connected with the Diary and then later with Otto Frank?
My life was a typical, happy American childhood with a wonderful and loving family. When I connected with the Diary and with Otto Frank, I confronted the Holocaust, came to have great hope and faith in the future and in humanity and I was given a life-giving friendship which forever touched my soul, brought great joy to my life and led me to discover and embrace my life’s vocation.

 

How did The Diary impact your world view? What resonated the most about her and her story?
Reading about Anne’s faith in God, her faith in humanity and her refusal to surrender her dreams in the midst of all the horror around her helped me (and continues to help me) be a better person, have more faith and never to give up.

 

When did you first meet/contact Otto Frank? Can you tell us briefly about that?

I wrote my first letter to Otto Frank in late 1974. I met him for the first time in Birsfelden (Switzerland) in June 1976.

 

What was it about him that you remember/love most?
I think what I remember the most about Otto is to me he was the most loving, good and “holy” person I have ever met. It seemed like we had known each other all our lives. He had a deep and abiding love for people, a great sense of humor and made you feel like you were his best friend.
I remember the most his beautiful smile and his overwhelming goodness. He really was the essence of kindness (as a German friend once also expressed to me). His great hope in people and in the future gave me confidence and strength.

 

What would you want the world to know about him?
I would want the world to know that Otto Frank was a truly great man. After all the horror and tragedy in his life he was not bitter or angry. He was a shining example of the power of the human spirit to overcome the most horrible evil with the power of love.

 

How did he change/impact your life?
Otto changed my life. During a discussion with Otto about Anne and her life (January 1979) he said that if I really wanted to honor Anne’s memory and all those who died in the Holocaust I should do what Anne wanted to do: Live your life doing good for other people. I felt very much called to be a Roman Catholic priest and after Otto said those words to me I knew that for me the fulfillment of those words would be for me the priesthood. I am now 26 years ordained and there is not a day that passes that I don’t remember those words and can hear Otto saying them to me.

 

You and Ryan Cooper were both probably the only “Otto’s Children” to actually see/hold the actual diary. Can you tell us about that moment and how it happened?
I really can’t find the words to describe what it was like to see and hold the actual Diary. It was like nothing else I have ever experienced and all I can say is I felt as if Anne was standing right next to me.

 

You and Ryan were both were very close to Miep and Fritzi and Eva, also Buddy and Gerti. Can you tell us briefly about your friendships with them and what you remember /love the most about them.
Fritzi became one of my dearest and best friends. After Otto died I visited her every year for more than ten years. She was one of the most kind and good-hearted people I have ever met. I treasure every moment we spent together. Her sense of humor and her overwhelming goodness continue to bless my life.

Miep inspired me with her love for the Frank family and her willingness to give up her life for them if necessary. She always felt she was just doing her duty to her friends and always refused the title of “hero.” I visited 20 times over a 30-year period and each visit was a joy, a blessing and very life-changing. Miep and Jan gave me a great gift when they came to Los Angeles for my ordination in 1986. Their example continues to inspire me and I know I am a better person because of them. Ryan and I had the honor of being with Miep on her 100th birthday (February 15, 2009).

I first met Buddy and Gerti in July 1981. Miep, Jan, Fritzi, Oliver and I went on an excursion to
Rhinefelden. I met Buddy and Gerti when we took Oliver back to Herbtsgasse, Switzerland. I have had dinner with them a few times, but I am not in touch with them on a regular basis. The last time I saw them was in November 1996 when I was in Birsfelden visiting Fritzi.

 

Ryan Cooper

When did you first discover/read The Diary of Anne Frank?

I discovered Anne Frank first in 1972 through the George Stevens film, “The Diary of Anne Frank,” which led me to read “The Diary of a Young Girl.”

 

What was your life like before then and what changed after you connected with the Diary and then later with Otto Frank?

I had been brought up as a Jehovah’s Witness and my world revolved around that. My activities and my associations were those of the Witnesses but, because of a broken engagement, I began to drift away from the sect. It was during this period, I discovered Anne Frank. As I drifted further, I found other interests such as theatre and new friends which had been frowned upon by the Witnesses. My interest in Anne Frank grew gradually but, consumed more of my thoughts as I learned more. After writing to and receiving the first letter from Otto Frank, my world revolved around Anne Frank.

 

How did The Diary impact your world view? What resonated the most about her and her story?

At first Anne had little impact on my world view which had always been colored by my association with Jehovah’s Witnesses. Witnesses had been taught to stay separate from worldly things and for a long time that did not change. Because Jehovah’s Witnesses had been persecuted by Hitler, I had a general knowledge about the Holocaust, but Anne’s experience made it very personal to me. Through the lens of the Diary, it became an intimate look of a family in hiding and the everyday fear of being discovered. That resonated with me.

 

When did you first meet/contact Otto Frank? Can you tell us briefly about that?

I first met Otto and Fritzi Frank in May 1973 at their home in Switzerland. Otto and I bonded almost immediately and it was as if I had known Otto all my life. As a result I could share my deepest feelings with him during that first visit. I spent a week with Otto and Fritzi during which they shared many things with me regarding Anne and the Diary as well as taking me out on various excursions. They took me into their family.

 

What was it about him that you remember/love most?

I think what struck me most about Otto was his willingness to share his love for his daughters but, Anne especially. His cheerfulness and willingness to engage with other young people though often strangers. His modesty and lack of self interest. Remarkable after all that had been taken from him.

 

What would you want the world to know about him?

I think what I’d want the world to realize about Otto was what resonated with me as I answered in the previous question. It’s that quality that most people don’t know about him. Also I would want people to know how dedicated Otto was to working for mankind through the words of Anne’s diary. This he would always encourage his young correspondents to follow.

 

How did he change/impact your life?

At first I was totally focused on doing something in connection with Anne Frank. I wanted to live in Amsterdam and work for the Anne Frank House. Otto became my mentor and father figure and I always looked to him for his opinion and in this matter he told me that my goal was unrealistic but, still tried to help me. This is an example of how he impacted my life and decisions. To this day he impacts my life. Even though he is physically gone, it’s as if I feel his presents standing next to me, especially when I am speaking to students about our relationship and Anne.

 

You and Father John Neiman were both probably the only “Otto’s Children” to actually see/hold the actual diary. Can you tell us about that moment and how it happened?

Before I met Otto, I had a dream of literally holding Anne’s Diary in my hands. I didn’t realize that no one outside the family had that privilege. Visitors were shown a facsimile that Otto had made.

It was the second day after we had first met. Otto was showing me the copy Diary as we were sitting on the sofa. I stopped Otto and asked if I could see Anne’s original diary. To this day I don’t think he had ever been asked before but, after a thought, he agreed. The next evening Otto led me to his study and from the open doorway, I saw the 3 volumes that were Anne’s Diary. We stopped and Otto took my arm and said, “Now I leave you alone with Anna’s Diary,” and he left.

I sat down at the desk and spent about 30-45 minutes alone with Anne’s diary. As I went through the pages I could not read, I made comments in my own journal which I had brought with me. I copied the little drawing Anne had done of a skating outfit she wished for. During that time, Otto never came in which shows the trust he had in me. That night was truly a dream come true.

 

Ryan, you actually walked through the annex with Otto Frank. Can you tell us more about that?

It was summer 1973. Otto, Fritzi and I met at the Anne Frank House in what had been his private office. After the House had closed and all was quiet, Otto and I went up to the annex. It was the first time I had been there and the stillness made the experience surreal. In each room Otto noted various  items such as the map of the Allied advance, the pencil marks of the growth of the girls and Anne’s photos.

In Peter’s little room, Otto was telling me the story of the bag of beans which burst open and Anne found herself standing in a sea of beans. I was standing on the ladder looking into the loft. There was a moment of silence. I turned to see Otto with tears in his eyes. He wiped his cheeks and said, “You see I can’t take too much!” He said he had to leave but, I could stay. I followed him down part way and it struck me that while I could only imagine what had occurred here, he was reliving it all again. He was seeing the faces and hearing their voices…Anne’s voice once more. I’ll never forget that moment.

 

You and Father John were both were very close to Miep and Fritzi and Eva, also Buddy and Gerti. Can you tell us briefly about your friendships with them and what you remember /love the most about them.

 

Miep: I first met Miep and Jan in 1973 during the summer I spent in Amsterdam. I was often at their apartment. For me it was difficult to get close to Miep at first. Miep was a woman of steel with eyes that could pierce your soul and I always felt she could read my thoughts. At first Miep could not understand my obsession with Anne but as time went on she came to understand and as a result we became close. Of course the last time we met was at her 100th birthday which I will always remember with deep appreciation.

 

Fritzi: Otto’s protector and love of his life. She was upset with Otto when he left me alone with Anne’s Diary. Sometimes on our walks, Otto would be 10 paces ahead of us and she would yell, “Otto! Slow down!” Otto would yell back, “But I’m fast!” Fritzi was always concerned about my welfare and especially that I find a mate. She was a “Yenta.”

 

Eva, Buddy and Gerti: I am in frequent touch with Eva and often meet up with her when she comes to the States as well as visit her in London. Our relationship is one I treasure very much.

Buddy and Gerti I did not meet until 2003 when I visited them in Basel. They had never heard of me but when I told Buddy of my relationship with Otto and especially Otto sharing Anne’s Diary with me, Buddy took me to the bank where much of Anne’s letters and other writings were held which I got to hold. We keep in touch and do meet occasionally.

Finally, I want to add that Otto and Fritzi considered me as part of their family but, that was the way it was with all of “Otto’s Children.” We who were close to him consider ourselves brothers and sisters. I’ll never forget Otto’s words during one evening in 1973. He said “Now you have a family.” 

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Nature Teacher Feature of the Week: Dr. Gary Greenberg (artist, inventor, scientist, filmmaker)

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“To see a world in a grain of sand and heaven in a wildflower. Hold infinity in the palm of your hand and eternity in an hour.”
~ William Blake ~

 

If you ever saw the very first Superman movie and followed the caped Super Hero flying through and over what appeared to be the planet Krypton, you were witnessing the deft work of Dr. Gary Greenberg. For, indeed, what Superman was actually soaring above was in reality human pancreatic cancer cells transformed through the magic of Dr. Greenberg’s dramatically magnified micro photographic filmmaking. The brilliant biomedical researcher is the inventor of extraordinary, high-definition, three-dimensional light microscopes, for which he was issued eighteen U.S. patents.

Because of Dr. Greenberg—artist, scientist, biomedical researcher, inventor, writer, filmmaker—we now can become wide-eyed observers of nature in a way that we never imagined in our lives. His drive to truly “see” life up close takes us on a journey deep into the exquisite grains of sand gathered from around the world, as well as a bug’s eye view of exotic flowers, and even the magnificence of moon sand and dust collected from all six historic Apollo landings, and much, much more each documented in startling detail never before seen with the naked eye.

Seeing some of Dr. Greenberg’s up close works of art made me all the more determined to talk to him. Who was this man who now made it virtually impossible to ever look at a beach the same way? Could we ever imagine that all those glistening stretches along the shore were actually startling landscapes of delicate, jewel-like crystals, gem-like minerals and brilliant-colored coral fragments? How did Dr. Greenberg capture the natural world in such a breathtaking way?

I had to talk to him and did just that over the phone recently. He lives in Hawaii and was very open and comfortable to talk to, during an early a.m. chat.

What started you on this three dimensional path, Gary?

When I was around twelve or thirteen years old I received two gifts that changed my life. My grandfather gave me a book on Leonardo da Vinci that totally captured my imagination. And simultaneously, my father gave me a microscope. I remember feeling like a little kid with x-ray glasses. Fascinated by how things worked and looked up close, I began studying rocks and flowers, everything I could find and I haven’t stopped. I still do.

What is your main reason for combining science with art?

My mission is to bring the world of art and science together in people’s consciousness—to show the immense beauty of nature. We live within the most spectacular entity of the Universe, living laws set up by God. My work is a passionate expression of my own relationship with God. I am carving out my own path, following my own passion to show the connection we humans have with nature. When we commune with nature we become one with it all—aware of this link. Unfortunately, I think that in the Bible, Genesis #5 there are many passages speaking about “man’s dominion over nature” and just the word “dominion” is a way of setting up the human species to be superior over all of nature—not a connected to it. I don’t believe this at all. I believe we’re all part of each other.

So your art work—the books you create and talks you give, are doorways into which we can more deeply embrace nature and illustrate our connectedness to everything?

Yes, exactly. My hope is that once people understand how magnificent nature is they will value and care for it. The miracles of nature are tangible, and when we walk along a beach we are strolling upon thousands of years of biological and geological history.

Do you have hope for our world?

Hope for our planet, yes. But for humans, I don’t know. Most species only survive a few millions of years and then disappear.

What are you doing now to inspire others?

What does give me hope is what I’m doing now. I’m focusing on the next generation. Getting microscopes into the hands of students so that they will appreciate nature while they’re still young and hopefully will continue this awareness of the worlds within the worlds of nature—encompassing the micro world and the nano world within everything.

I hope you visit Dr. Greenberg’s website and discover as I have the dramatic landscapes of the hidden world surrounding us. His books and art work are collector’s items, and even his newest book is directed to young people inspiring them through a mystery using the microscope to reveal unforeseen clues.

If you love nature and are curious to see everything in a way you have never seen before in your life, welcome to the world of Dr. Gary Greenberg!

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Can we say something NEW for a change????

Word Blog

It Takes A Lot Of Sh*T To Make A Garden Grow: Rant #1: Talking Sh*t

As a die-hard wordsmith I’ve always been sensitive to language—certain key words we say to express stuff. Lately I’ve become more and more aware of the over-use of some of the same ways of defining things; many (“most!”) of which I am also guilty of saying A LOT: Seriously. OMG. Are you kidding me?

I’m throwing out a bunch of my hugely overdone-beaten-to-a-pulp favorites right now. This is not a tremendous annoyance or mountainous challenge compared to the extraordinary stories featured in my book, It Takes A Lot Of Sh*t To Make A Garden Grow. I’m just talking about certain words and phrases that are being over-said. I liken them to a compost pile that, once recycled, can ultimately transform communication into something richer, more exciting, more colorfully intelligent. Think of how eloquently our forefathers expressed themselves. But today we speak in a kind of short hand, texting, half-sentence, sound-bite zaps in non-communicative ways of (not) talking to each other. The trickle down of these words and expressions have become trendy—kind of a lazy fallback to boring-speak. It’s time to shovel out some of these tedious utterances and plant new gardens of expression to make a point. Bottom line, I don’t have a solution, but maybe you do. Here goes:

“Iconic…”

“Note to self…”

“At the end of the day…”

“Back in the day…”

“So yesterday…”

“Helloooooo….”

“Just sayin’…

“Wrong on so many levels…”

“Yeh, NO…”

“No problem…” (uh, what happened to “you’re welcome?”)

“That being said…”

“So to speak…”

“Be that as it may…”

“Having said that…”

“That said…”

“What you don’t understand…”

“Not gonna lie…”

“Whatever…”

“Meh…”

“What you have to remember…”

“Bottom line…”

“Are you kidding me…???”

“After all is said and done…”

“It remains to be seen…”

“Amaaaaaazing…”

“Give it up for…”(instead of “let’s applaud”)

“Put your hands together for…” (ditto previous rant)

“Per se…”

“I want to say…”

“Breaking news…”
(used to be said only when there was really breaking news)

“Really?”

“Gotcha…”

“Wait…what?”

“Seriously…”

“Wait for it…”

“I know.  Right?”

“Trying to wrap my head around it…”

 

What are your favorites? I’d LOVE to hear them!!!!!
Really. I kid you not. No lie….!!!!