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Honoring the Memory of Atatürk

Title	Honoring the Memory of Atatürk
Author	Eugene Pittard
Publication Place	Turkish Historical Society - Turkish Historical Society
Type	Periodical
Language	Undetermined
Digital	Yes
Manuscript	No
Library:	University of Alabama at Birmingham Libraries
Library Asset ID	ISSN: 0041-4255, DOI: 10.37879/ttkbelleten.1418201
Record ID	cdi_doaj_primary_oai_doaj_org_article_df0b8841d34843faaa43e11620b36dc2
Library Location	Available Online
Notes	I had the privilege of approaching this wonderful man, whom Turkey had the honor and happiness to meet at a most tragic moment in its history, several times, in Istanbul, Ankara, and in the house he built on stilts in Yalova for the purpose of seclusion and rest. It can be guessed what kind of memories I have preserved from these reflections, some of which are short enough to be considered fleeting and some of which are long. As I write these lines, I feel again the excitement that gripped us the day we met Atatürk for the last time: We were in Çankaya. Ataturk, who perhaps felt that he was sick, weak, and dangerously afflicted, wanted to tell us a little more about himself, knowing that our support was close.

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Honoring the Memory of Atatürk

Author Eugene Pittard

Publication Place Turkish Historical Society - Turkish Historical Society

Type Periodical

Language Undetermined

Digital Yes

Manuscript No

Library University of Alabama at Birmingham Libraries

Library Asset ID ISSN: 0041-4255, DOI: 10.37879/ttkbelleten.1418201

Record ID cdi_doaj_primary_oai_doaj_org_article_df0b8841d34843faaa43e11620b36dc2

Library Location Available Online

Notes I had the privilege of approaching this wonderful man, whom Turkey had the honor and happiness to meet at a most tragic moment in its history, several times, in Istanbul, Ankara, and in the house he built on stilts in Yalova for the purpose of seclusion and rest. It can be guessed what kind of memories I have preserved from these reflections, some of which are short enough to be considered fleeting and some of which are long. As I write these lines, I feel again the excitement that gripped us the day we met Atatürk for the last time: We were in Çankaya. Ataturk, who perhaps felt that he was sick, weak, and dangerously afflicted, wanted to tell us a little more about himself, knowing that our support was close.