Showing posts with label Birthdays. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Birthdays. Show all posts

Saturday, June 17, 2017

"I'm 'A', Obviously": Happy Birthday to the Real Anastasia

June 18th is the birthday of one of the most adored young women of recent world history. You may know her as the Grand Duchess Anastasia Nicholaievna, fourth daughter of Tsar Nicholas II. 


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Her family, however, knew her as the resident schvibzik, which is Russian for "Imp," because of what a prankster she was.



Grand Duchess Anastasia
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No, I'm not lying. 


People have impersonated her, novels and movies have been written about her, myths have been blown out of proportion, but the real Anastasia and her family continue to delight and fascinate everyone--including yours truly.


This is Anastasia when she was fifteen--the current age of my baby sister.



Grand Duchess Anastasia 1916:
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Being a 90s kid, of course, the 1997 fantasy Anastasia blew my mind (and it's still one of my favorite movies ever, and it's now spawned a really awesome Broadway musical). But that, of course, was just a small taste of what Anastasia's real story had to offer. 


When I was older, I came across the Royal Diaries series, and Anastasia: The Last Grand Duchess by Carolyn Meyer immediately caught my attention. I read it multiple times and there are lines that I can still (almost) quote by heart (including the one I used for the title of this post):



“Tatiana says that if I eat too much blini I will turn into a blin. That could prove interesting!”
"Someday I will dye my hair red and wear a veil. Won't Mama be appalled!
"My derriere hurts" Say 'figure', Anastasia!' snaps Tatiana. "Okay, then the part of my body that was in contact with a saddle for the last three hours hurts!"
"Grandmama forbade all talk of the war and asked me instead about my French studies--that, of course, proved to be a total disaster."
"Why wasn’t I born knowing all these languages?
"I wanted to KICK Derevenko"
"I was hoping we would be free of lessons until we were truly free. No such luck"


Remarking about riding their bikes down the halls of the Alexander Palace with Marie: "so far we have had several spectacular crashes"

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More than any other title in the Royal Diaries Series, The Last Grand Duchess made the subject likeable and real to the reader. But more than any other royal family in history, the family of Tsar Nicholas II--Empress Alexandra, Olga, Tatiana, Marie, Anastasia, and Alexei--are a lot more real and accessible to people today because of how well-documented their lives were. Nicholas took tons of photos--and some of them were really, really candid.

Tsar Nicholas II and Grand Duchess Tatiana Nikolaevna Romanova of Russia.:
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There's this family photo that is too reminiscent of the painfully awkward family photos of today, Anastasia is on the far right:
Anastasia's like THESE BANGS I HATE THESE BANGS:
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Sometimes historical figures are actually way too #relatable.

"Hey, Olga, can you get out of bed?" "NO"
Also, note that the bedding is not super-fancy
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Just being a normal family here. Move along.

Tatiana, Olga, Maria and Anastasia:
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Sometimes it blows my mind that something referenced in a fictional diary actually happened. I remember Anastasia talking about Olga's public presentation when she turned sixteen: here is a photo from that very event.
Olga Romanov looking beautiful on her 16th birthday, beside her members of her regiment:
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One thing that Meyer describes in the fictional diary is the Romanov family tradition of building a huge snow fort/mountain every winter. This is the one they built in Tobolsk, Siberia, before the guards decided to tear it down.


Snow fort built by the Tsar, his daughters and soldiers during captivity in Tobolsk Siberia before it was ordered destroyed because the prisoners could look out over the wooden fence to the outside world.
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They're royalty, but at the same time they're the family down the street. Reading their story just makes you feel, not to be tacky or anything, right at home. I mean, they look almost like anybody's kids. We love them because we relate to them. And we have access to everything they made because it all happened a hundred years ago or more--no privacy rules, no social media, everything is fair game to their fans.

“Children of the last Russian Tsar playing aboard the imperial yacht Polar Star, 1905”:
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And of course, we still have many of their real letters and diaries and first-hand accounts from the people who knew them. You get the sense that the Romanovs loved each other very much. True, they pulled back from the public spotlight quite a bit because they didn't want anyone to know that the baby brother, Alexei, had hemophilia. So they kind of had to be close. But they got to be a real family.

Tsarina Alexandra with her son Tsarevich Alexei Romanov. as Alexis was diagnosed as a haemophiliac and was not expected to live long. Both parents devoted much time to the boy and left the government of Russia to others. Alexandra was a very protective mother, but she was also determined to see that her son became tsar. Alexandra believed that she was more suited to do this than her husband::
Empress Alexandra with Alexei. Alexei did not want his illness to keep him
from having fun like any other boy, as we can see in this photo (Pinterest)

The four sisters, Olga, Tatiana, Marie, and Anastasia, were known collectively as OTMA. They were that tight.

The four Romanov sisters in 1914.A♥W:
OTMA in 1914, the year part of The Last Grand Duchess is set. Anastasia on the left. (pinterest)

The real Anastasia was feisty, sassy and spirited.


"Grand Duchess Anastasia grew into an energetic child. She was the shortest of the daughters and the least ethereal, with dark blonde hair and blue eyes. What everyone remarked on was her quickness and sense of humor. She loved mischief and playing tricks, not all of them nice... Anastasia was known to trip people; her cousins complained she played too rough. Anastasia didn’t seem to care. She climbed trees and adored animals. She ate chocolates with her gloves on. She was a brilliant mimic and shone in family theatricals. Anastasia disliked her lessons and showed little aptitude for grammar or spelling, but she was considered by some the most intelligent of the four daughters." 

Maria Nikolaevna & Anastasia Nikolaevna on Horn Island (Vyayke-Pakri), 1912:
Anastasia with Marie. Same of the pictures she's in show her with a bit of attitude. (Pinterest)

A more detailed account from Your Dictionary:

Nicknamed shvibzik, meaning "imp, " Anastasia was mischievous, and loved making others laugh. She delighted in mimicking pompous guests, as well as instigating pranks on nurses and tutors. In his memoirs, her French tutor, Pierre Guillard, wrote, "She was the imp of the whole house and the glummest faces would always brighten in her presence, for it was impossible to resist her jokes and nonsense."
Anastasia did not enjoy most of her schoolwork. According to Hugh Brewster, author of Anastasia's Album, her English teacher remembered her trying to bribe him with flowers so he would raise her poor marks. When he refused, she gave them to her Russian teacher. She adored creative subjects, however, and wrote, "I excelled at composition. I must say that all my poems were satires, lampoons, from which no one was safe." Her drawings, paintings, and photographs are well documented in family albums. She often spent hours illustrating letters with drawings, and hand-coloring photographs to highlight a special aspect.
Sometimes the truth is stranger than fiction. 

Like the Grand Duchess Anastasia, I too had really long hair and bangs until I was in my late teens. I feel your pain, gurl.  
Anastasia with her father - What if?:
Anastasia with her father. Pinterest

She would really have loved the 21st century--she mastered the art of selfies before selfies were a thing.
"I took this picture of myself looking at the mirror. It was very hard as my hands were trembling."-exerpt from a letter written by Anastasia to her father on October 28, 1914:
"I took this picture of myself looking at the mirror. It was very hard as my hands were trembling."
-excerpt from a letter written by Anastasia to her father on October 28, 1914
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Also making really weird faces. Can you believe that a real historical figure would do this? It's the absurdity of it that makes her appealing.

That's a face that could appall Mama!
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Honestly, if they get that feisty attitude across in the movies, more power to her.

It makes sense that the movie would have changed some of the details of the story. However, in other aspects they actually did their homework. 
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On the left is a photo of the Dowager Empress Marie Feodorovna in her gown for the 1903 costume ball. On the right, of course, is the Dowager Empress in the movie Anastasia (1997), dressed for the costume ball in the opening scene. The outfits are not identical. BUT they do have similar design elements. The design of the crown in both, for instance, is similar, both having prongs above the fur brim and a veil in back. Both gowns have a narrow waist and similar horizontal and vertical bands. It's enough of a resemblance that when I saw the photo of the real gown I could tell that it was familiar. 

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Far left, a screenshot of the princess gown and tiara from the movie. The middle panel is a portrait of Anastasia's oldest sister Olga wearing a court dress. The far right is Alexandra's coronation portrait. Notice the similarities of all three: the curved kokoshnik tiara, the sash around the front, lower shoulder line, and the long, open sleeves. To have confirmation that one of her gowns from the movie is based on the actual fashions of the Russian Imperial Court is astounding.  

And last but not least, prepare to have your mind blown:
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Remember this line from the movie: "Olga made me so mad she said it looked like a pig riding a donkey!...She was right."

It's just so...affirming that the people who created the animated film went to those lengths to include some things from the world that the real Anastasia actually lived in. And then to have a random fictional diary include so much of the real details is thrilling. I think Anastasia is part of the reason I'm a history geek.


This year marks the centenary of the Russian Revolution. After Nicholas abdicated, he and his family were kept under house arrest in Tsarskoe Selo (palace compound outside of Saint Petersburg) for several months and then moved to Tobolsk, Siberia. When the Bolshevik/Communist Party took control of Russia, the Romanovs were moved to Ekaterinberg, where, in July of 1918, they were all brutally executed.  Anastasia was only seventeen. The remains of all the family members have since been found and identified. So, no fairy-tale ending here. But the important thing to remember is that she lived. She lived with her hair down and chocolate stains on her gloves. Dreaming about her escaping can be a fun pasttime. But celebrating Anastasia's life is the best way to go about remembering her--and we do that by living our own lives to the fullest.

Monday, December 12, 2016

My Favorite Birthdays

“I like my birthdays every one” goes an old Primary song. My birthday is fun, and every year something different and exciting happens. Some year it gets celebrated quietly with little notice. Other times there’s lots of fanfare, friends, and cake. These are some brief recollections on some of my favorite past birthdays. In other words, here’s a highlight reel of the last twenty-four birthdays I’ve had.

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My Tenth Birthday:
I was in fourth grade. My dad came to lunch, which was great because I always thought it was cool when someone else’s parents came to do lunch with my classmates. That day my class was having a reading points party, and there was pizza and root beer and (after dad left) some root beer chugging. Ahhh, the innocence of youth.

My Twelfth birthday:
Turning twelve is a big deal in the LDS church because that’s when boys get the Aaronic priesthood and girls advance to Young Women’s. So to mark the day when I hoped my life would begin, my parents let me invite over three of my school friends. We had a big bonfire in the corral of my family’s barn (yes, we have a barn), and then the usual cake and presents inside. I got a new diary and The Road to El Dorado on VHS.

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My Fifteenth Birthday
I was already in high school, and I was older and sadder than I’d been when I was twelve. I didn’t do anything big for the celebration that year. But the night that I was celebrating with my family, we heard on the news that the International Space Station was supposed to fly over the area. I went outside by myself to watch it. I spent two minutes looking up wide-eyed at a very fast-moving light crossing the sky.

My Sixteenth Birthday
Sixteen. Drivers’ License. Old enough to date. Neither of those things really mattered at the time of my birthday. But I did hear in the local newspaper that one of the middle schools was putting on a performance of Disney’s Beauty and the Beast. My mom got tickets and we picked up two of my friends from Young Womens’--turns out they knew some of the cast so they enjoyed the show, too. And then it was back to my house to sleep over. I was having a pretty miserable year at school--hence the move to Arizona the following year--but my birthday was definitely a highlight.
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My Seventeenth Birthday
This was probably one of my best birthdays ever. If not THE best. That was the year I was living in Arizona. I had a party on Friday night, invited tons of girls from the neighborhood but only three showed up, but that was okay because I was tight with all of them. We played Spoons in my grandma’s big living room and we got pretty violent, like, throwing the spoons across the room violent. Sunday was my actual birthday. It snowed a little bit, but not enough to cover the ground, but it was great to actually get some kind of snow for my birthday. I got a huge chocolate cake that I decorated with chocolate chips to spell 17 and my birthday dinner was barbecue chicken and my aunt’s twice-baked potatoes. But the best part? Monday in my history class, my classmates whipped a gigantic cupcake out of nowhere with lit candles and sang to me. I was touched. I’d been a total stranger when I’d moved in that August, but by December I was cool enough that they’d sing to me for my birthday.

My Eighteenth Birthday
Probably my most underrated birthday. I got to register to vote. I asked my mom to make me a cake shaped like an elephant because I had my heart set on joining the Republican party (LOL). That weekend, I picked up my friends Katrina and Linda and we went to see Disney’s The Princess and the Frog, which IMO is a very underrated movie. Then I drove them all the way back to my house for cake and we played ninja on our back porch. And then Dad and I drove my friends all the way back to town. Worth it.

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My Nineteenth Birthday
The worst thing about having a birthday in December is that when you’re in college or living in a college town, you have to take finals on or around your birthday. Well, I was a freshman at BYU and for all intents and purposes I was having the time of my life so it wasn’t a big deal. On my birthday, I took my finals for Book of Mormon and Geology 101 because they were both subjects I liked and fairly easy exams. When I got home, a couple of guys in my ward serenaded me with the birthday song from The Emperor’s New Groove.

My Twentieth Birthday
I was already starting to show signs of depression. Flipping out when I realized that I had a final scheduled for my birthday should have been a red flag. But for some reason I’d gotten it into my head that between a scheduled final and work in the evening I didn’t have any right to celebrate my birthday at all, even on a different day. My roommates, thankfully, talked me out of that mindset. The morning of my birthday, they made a big breakfast for all of us, hash browns and eggs. Then when I got home from work, a group of my friends from the BYU Medieval Club came by my apartment to serenade me and bring me treats. I was told later that the look on my face when I saw my friends at the door was one of pure joy. Knowing that my friends really cared about me and that I loved them in return got me through the hell that was the next four months when my OCD was trying to twist me into thinking that it wasn’t true. And you know, that’s the kind of joy I’m looking for to this day.



My Twenty-second birthday
My twenty-second was a quieter birthday. The day before, me and two of my roommates went to the Mormon Tabernacle Choir Christmas concert--this was the 2013 concert I mentioned last week that I enjoyed SO MUCH. John Rhys-Davies and Deborah Voight were the guest artists. My roommates and I decided that Voight was a diva, coming out on stage in a bright red gown and belting out “The Twelve Days After Christmas” with some real attitude (in all seriousness, though, a great performance). On the day of, my singles ward decided to take a trip to the Draper Temple. It was my second time doing baptisms there, but this time it was only me and a couple other people from my ward in the baptistry that night. For some reason I was outside waiting for a long time in the cold for the rest of my group, so I made a call to both of my grandmas to pass the time. When I finally got in the car to leave Draper, my ward friends couldn’t help singing “Twenty-two” by Taylor Swift when I told them how old I was turning. We made a stop at Nicoitalia Pizzaria in Provo for dinner.



My Twenty-fourth Birthday
There were marshmallow stormtroopers. I took three friends to see Star Wars. I died--just kidding I didn’t die but spoiler alert Han Solo died and it was more devastating than I thought it would be. I am seriously looking forward to next year because the midnight release for Episode VIII will be on my birthday. For more on what actually happened at the party check out this article I wrote for The Geeky Mormon:  http://thegeekymormon.com/the-perfect-star-wars-party/

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