I first heard of Lulu from my comrade Jan Claire. Jan and I became friends over the internet few years ago when I was working with Golden Corral in an effort with the Veteran’s Day. He has a website called www.merhabaturkey.com with pictures and memorabilia from American veterans who had once served in Turkey. I loved his website full of good thoughts and memories of soldiers of my age, talking about my home country. And of course a big fan of Turkey Jan loved my web site www.istanbullite.com and we both gave cross links to our respective sites. We occasionally write to each other on our mutual subject :Turkey and I follow him from facebook .I don't have a facebook page, but Jan and my wife are “friends”.
During my upcoming Istanbul trip in November I was planning to make several exploration stops in the Pera district including some cemeteries. I wrote to Jan that since I will be in the neighborhood, I will try to look for his long lost friend Lütfiye Duran, aka “Lulu” ’s grave. He seemed to be delighted. Following is all I know about Lulu from Jan’s 6 or 7 e-mails addressed to me, all in his own words; slightly edited, cut, copied, pasted and arranged into a story form.
LULU , JAN CLAIRE'S FRIEND OF SIRASELVILER AVENUE
I knew Lütfiye Duran in 1959-1961, then lost touch with her since I had neglected to get her postal mailing address.She was an English professor at the University of Istanbul and did some translation of Broadway musicals into Turkish. They were building the new Opera House in Taksim Square when I left istanbul in 1961.
Lulu’s father was Faik Sabri Duran who had died long before I met her. He was a well known author and a map specialist who had created the Büyük Atlas, the Geography Book of Maps used by students for decades in the Turkish middle and High schools. Lulu’s mother was of British origin and all I knew her was by “Mumzy”. She only used this familiar name when referring to her. Lulu and her mother lived in separate homes about two blocks apart on the South side of Siraselviler Caddesi, a few blocks from Taksim Square. I remember a hotel next door to her facing the street, I think it was “Park” or “Parc Hotel”.
I will say this , Mumzy was one of the funniest British women I have ever known. Think of actress Judi Dench at her funniest comic acting best!. I remember; a friend and I pulled up to Lulu's home on Sıraselviler and we paid the driver by American standards only a few kuruş, but Mumzy rushed down off Lulu's porch and accosted the driver speaking Turkish so fast, we could only make out a couple of words. She was furious with that poor driver and she was still shouting at him as we decided to get out of there and go up and sit with Lulu. After the debacle, and the driver eager to depart as fast as possible, Mumzy returned to the porch and handed us our money back.
"I cannot abide these drivers who charge a full Lira to come here from as close as Galata! I told him I was going to report him to the Taxi authorities and he offered to give me the money back.”
Faik Sabri Duran, 2nd from left
Faik Sabri Photo courtesy of Fotoajans
Singer Zeki Muren, early years
I never knew if that was her plan, or if she was really upset about it. But I do think he gave her the money merely so he could depart.
Her little one bedroom house was on Sıraselviler, 3 or 4 blocks off Taksim Square and I remember her garden had a high, perhaps two story brick wall along one side and from the other side of which we always heard music at night, the equivalent of today's "discos". I also remember that Lulu was a friend of a singer named Zeki Müren, and we were invited to a couple of parties at her house and garden that he (she?) attended. We liked his music, but found him a little strange...he always arrived with bodyguards.
What I loved about Istanbul then was the remarkable mix of people, many of whom , one would think, would not be friendly with each other, but somehow make it work. In my friend Lulu’s neighborhood there were Greeks, Armenians, White Russians, and even a few Americans and they all got along just fine. Gosh...that just brought back the memory of sitting on the expansive lawn of a large Victorian mansion in Üsküdar, having a lunch beneath trees provided by a door-to-door fresh crab vendor while visiting a White Russian family, friends of Lütfiye's late father, Faik Sabri Duran who mapped the Aegean coast and created the Büyük Atlas.
I wouldn't rest until I had explored both sides of the Bosporus up to the Black Sea and met as many people as I could. This was back when I had studied Turkish and spoke enough to at least combine with what English the people I met happened to know. Somehow I found my way around and Lulu was a big help in a lot of those explorations. Even at the ripe age of 18 I arrived in Turkey, I found it easy to overlook the newer, and was fascinated far more with the ancient. I'm as alive with Turkey in my head today as I was 50 years ago!
A good friend of mine Jim Klipa was one of the many sailors who helped raise money to support the Kocamustafapaşa Orphanage in the Bomonti sector of Istanbul. It was run by the Catholic Little Sisters of the Poor who do needed work around the world, and so at our base radio station we had a fundraiser. Jim contributed to it financially, but also helped organize the presentation "ceremony" in Istanbul where we presented milk and blankets to not only the orphanage, but to a Little Sisters of the Poor-operated home for the elderly. As the picture at left shows, we arrived in force, and meeting the young people in the orphanage was thanks enough for us, but the scene was repeated at the old folks home, as well. It was front-page news in Istanbul that American Navy and Air Force men and women had raised that much money.
Then, not long afterward, the earthquake struck in Erzurum, I and the same group of guys traveled by every means possible to go back east to help move concrete, wood, and whatever we could do to help in the earthquake relief effort. Somewhere in there, was a Coup d'etat in Istanbul*, and several of us spent a night transporting people from the Istanbul side of the Bosphorus over to their homes in Üsküdar. Some of our guys actually rowed boats but we had an outboard motor on ours! Many of us are still in touch today, and we frequently have memories to share with each other about
JAN DISTRIBUTING POWDERED MILK
KOCAMUSTAFAPASA ORPHAONAGE, JAN WITH BOY ON SHOULDER
HELPING KIDS IN THE NEWS
these things we got involved in during our time in Turkey, and, oddly, every one of us continues to do that sort of thing here in the U.S. It's like Turkey taught us the value of helping others!
I don’t know when Lulu died but I have always comforted myself that she had died from having too much fun in Istanbul.I have never seen her grave nor that of her father Faik Sabri Duran. I am fairly certain they might be buried close to each other, perhaps in a family plot, but I have no proof of that. A friend, James Candon, who is an international businessman and lawyer in Brussels, Belgium, attended a conference in Istanbul a couple years ago. He is the one who said that Lütfiye Duran's grave site was in the Feriköy Protestant Cemetery in the Feriköy neighborhood of the Şişli district, north of Taksim Square . Near there is the quarters of the "Little Sisters of the Poor" Catholic charity whom we supported while living in Turkey.When James Candon visited the charity one of the nuns there remembered us coming to offer blankets, food and support for their Orphanage they operate there.
Cem, any information you can find, I would be most grateful! Warmest regards to you and the family, Jan Claire
The very little I learned about Lulu and her father
Before my trip to Istanbul I tried to gather some information about Lütfiye Duran from the internet. Unfortunately there is very little written knowledge about her and not even a single picture.Here is what Jan wrote to me on the subject:
I think the hardest thing to come up with will be a picture of Lütfiye...she didn't drive, would not have had a license, and even when we were touring various places, she would "make herself scarce"when we started taking pictures. I think, for a time, I had a polaroid picture of her taken behind her while she was at the beach up in Kilyos at the Black Sea coast and she was wearing some sort of flowing beach robe. So all I remember of the picture, was that it looked like a piece of cloth blowing in the wind...but with hair at the top. And I lost it ! the only picture I had of her.
On the other hand, I was able to find a lot more information about her father Faik Sabri Duran, the famous Geographer who lived both in Ottoman times and during the era of the new Turkish Republic. He has numerous books about geography, travel and including some very old ones in Arabic script in the library of Congress. His name is familiar to me and I remember using his most famous work the Büyük(Grand) Atlas when I was in middle school. Mr Faik Sabri Duran had died in 1943, I was not even born yet and I am guessing Jan Claire was only a toddler. We don’t know how old Lulu was when her father died but I found a book on the internet which gave me some clues about the years when Lulu was born. The book entitled Amerika Yolculuğu (Voyage to America),- A Turkish Girls travel to the United States- was written in Turkish by Faik Sabri Duran from her daughters travel notes. The travel took place in 1933 and the book was published in 1935. Unfortunately no copy is sold in the internet bookstores I have researched, however two copies are available in college libraries; one in Cambridge University and one in Bilkent University in Ankara. One can make the assumption that at the time of travel she had to be around twenty years of age since it would very uncommon for a younger girl to travel by herself so far away from home in 1933. So..., she was probably born in the early part of nineteen tens and was in her early or mid forties when Jan Claire met her in Istanbul in 1959. The only other information I found about her on the internet was that she had taught at the University of İstanbul and the former Girls School by Robert's College, she was involved in theater and cinema and translated some plays and drama books into Turkish. That is about it, we don’t even know when she had died. But that I will find out !
TRIP TO AMERICA WRITTEN BY FAIK DURAN
LULU IMAGINED IN KILYOS/A COLLAGE by istanbullite
LULU'S ARRIVAL IN NEW YORK
When I read the preliminary story of “In Search of Lulu” to my wife Sitare, after listening to it carefully she told me that she liked it so far but there was a big missing part to it: “ How did Lulu look like? Your guess about her age is probably right, she was around early forties when Jan met her. But was she a blonde or brunette or even a“red hair”, was she a skinny women or she had some weight on her ? Any description about her physical characteristics are completely missing. The reader will look for that. You need to ask Jan about this !”
She was right, here I was writing a story about an Istanbulite lady who lived years ago and I was going to look for her grave for my buddy, but the reader did not have a clue how she looked like. When I wrote Jan about this he replied to me with the following words and not only described her a little, but also enthusiastically re-lived his days in Turkey:
Lulu was a very personable lady in a sort of "motherly" way and she was older than us. She had blond hair with a bit of white in it, I think she was about 44 at the time, I have ve never known her age for certain. She was in good physical shape, and due to the era (1959-61) everything was geared to preserve modesty. Lulu was very much like Sitare in size and look except her hair was a little shorter and curlier. She was quite athletic and long days of walking, hiking, even running, were no problem for her.She spoke with a British accent, probably because her mother had lived near her and all their conversations were in English, and I remember she told me her dad was also English-fluent. But she could bounce from English to French to Turkish flawlessly and at conversation speed and she also spoke some German and Italian as well as Greek. A very brainy woman...and she knew everything about the places we visited in Turkey. We rambled as far as Cappadocia and were impressed by the Mevlana Sufis and their whirling dances in Konya .
Often, as in Şile, and Kilyos we would walk a residential street and just ask the people in their yards if they had a room or rooms we could rent for the night. If they did, we'd take it, and usually found ourselves right near the beach that way. One time, it was a wooden floored room above a sheep pen!!! And the...uh..."aroma" was an added feature at no extra charge! But we were poor U.S. Navy personnel, and usually my friend Jim Klipa and I covered any expenses, so paying a U.S. dollar or two for a night's sleep wasn't a bad deal. And of course we travelled the mainland without Lulu too. Jim and I were part of a U.S. Military team which went back East to help following the 1961 Erzurum earthquake there. We traveled on everything from trains, buses, horses, donkeys, to camels and horse-pulled wagons to get there. The nearer we got, the less reliable the roads became, but we were so enthusiastic and proud to be able to be there and help that we worked ourselves into a frenzy! That was when I had my best impressions of Turks: Kind, decent people whose appreciation for the participation of U.S. military people that I have never forgotten it, and replay it all often in my head. I have never felt so appreciated - and needed - since then. I remember also the radio programs we did on Radyo Istanbul:
"Burasi, Istanbul radyosu ... ve şimdi sizin için sunmaktan büyük memnuniyet duyariz, müzik Tommy Edwards." or something to that effect. Those were the days!
Finally a picture of Lulu with an article about her mother "Mummy"
Lulu and Mummy in their Balcony Siraselviler Ave, 1986
Rena Duran aka Mummy or Mummzy?
Cumhuriyet Article August 3,1986
It has been over ten days now, since I started researching and writing about Lulu. Before going to Istanbul I tried to make a last effort to find the exact location of her grave. No luck with Google, again I came up empty handed about the plot of her grave location in the Catholic Cemetery, but bingo...! I found an article written about her mother, dated August 3, 1986 in the Cumhuriyet Daily with some pictures. The article written by Tarik Ersoy titled : “ Men were lazy, women were ambitious” and subtitled:” An Istanbulite English Lady”, has a picture of Lulu and her mother Rena aka Mummy* in their balcony of their condominium in Siraselviler Caddesi with the minaret of a small mosque showing in the background. In the second picture Mummy is sitting at a desk apparently in her study with legs crossed and her hands together on her knees, wearing a plaid skirt, little flower pots showing in the window sill. She was ninety eight years of age when the pictures were taken and Lulu had to be close to seventy.
The article is an interview with Rena Duran, an English woman who marries the famous Turkish Geographer Faik Sabri in London in 1912. The young man is studying in Sorbonne when they first met and until he proposes to her he disguises himself as a Frenchman. When the young English woman learns that her future husband is actually a Turk, she does not show any reaction but merely says “since you want to learn English and we both like to travel, Constantinople is fine with me.” So the groom to be, puts his fez on and they go to the Turkish Embassy in London for a civil ceremony. She tells that when they moved to Istanbul in 1912 the city was still referred as “Constantinople” and most everybody spoke French in the Pera district where they lived, so she never needed to learn Turkish. She still did not speak Turkish fluently like her daughter, although Lulu had some difficulty in reading Turkish.
Why did Faik Sabri initially not tell Mummy that he was Turkish? My guess, the reason was religious as well as political. Before the war Ottomans were under the military influence of Germany and conflicted with the British in the Middle East and elsewhere and also Mr. Duran was of the Islamic faith. He must have felt uneasy telling her everything at once when they first met in Paris. As far as the photographs in the article, I wish the article included Lulu’s and her Mother’s pictures of earlier years. After all 26 years had past since the pictures were taken when Jan Claire had first met the mother and daughter. But these were the only pictures of them and I was happy.
Rena who became a dual citizen and accepted Turkish citizenship when they moved to Istanbul speaks of the city in two distinct era : before and after the Turkish Republic. Before the Republic, during Ottoman times it was not easy without getting harassed to walk in other parts of Istanbul except Pera, with a short sleeve dress. Turkish women had come a long way since then and they don’t want to go back to the old days. Then men were lazy and women always ambitious. While she was living on Sıraselviller Street by Rue de Pera during the war years she hadn’t seen to many Turkish women. One day she learned that at the famous Tokatlayan Han Hotel in Bosphorus there was going to be a tea party for women in a ball room designated for women only. So she dresses up in a black “Çarşaf” calls a “fayton” and tells the coachman to drive the horse carriage to the Tokatlayan Hotel. It is usually little over an hours drive from Taksim down the hill to the shores of Bosphorus to the bay of Terapia. The story is similar to the one Jan Claire wrote to me about the taxi driver. Instead of taking the shortest way down the hill the coachman drives the carriage for hours on the side roads on top of the the hills and every time Mummy asks him why he is not going the right way she does not get an answer. Mummy is furious when she finally arrives at the Hotel where her hosts had sent some people to look for her. She calms down when they translate to her what the coachman says. It is the years of the World war I and all horses are confiscated by the army officers to be used for the cavalry. The poor man was trying to use roads where he was most unlikely to be seen .
Mrs. Duran is telling the interviewer how beautiful the street of Sira Selviler (Rows of Cypresses) was when they first move here seventy years ago, how much greenery was around and how they could see the blue waters of Bosphorus from their balcony. Now she says, our view is blocked by these tall apartment buildings and it so loud in the street. While she is talking all of a sudden the “muezzin” starts singing the afternoon prayer from the nearby little mosque.
“We don’t mind the imams call for the prayer, but what we mind is that he recorded his voice on a cassette and he is playing it five times a day without going up the minarette and really performing. Then all of a sudden as if she remembered something she shakes her head and says “It is tea time”. Lulu goes to the kitchen to bring the tea and Mummy goes out to the balcony with a hand full of bird feed. "These two pigeons are used to me over the years." she says as they start eating the bird feed by her feet.
Tokatlayan Hotel, Therapia
As my travel date to Istanbul gets closer I am nervously looking for some clues as to how to find Lulu’s grave. It is not an easy task; the Feriköy Protestant Cemetery is an ancient cemetery with thousands of graves from different nationalities of people. Researchıng from the internet I came up with five pages of blueprints of the outlay of the cemetery. The cemetery is divided among at least seven different sections : German, English, American, Armenian, Danish, Norwegian and Swedish. And of course, the largest section is the English section. I don’t even know how old the handmade blueprint is. After printing each page on my printer I started cutting the edges of the paper and tried to put the pieces together like a jigsaw puzzle. I am thinking to myself : I will definitely need some help unless I am ready to look for her grave without a direction among thousands of graves .
The help came from two of Lulu’s best friends. Mary Berkmen the head librarian at MIAM, which is the Advanced Studies in Music, a department of the ITU, the Technical University of Istanbul. Jan Claire had given her name to me but had also told me he had lost touch with her in the recent years. The reason for this I found out, was because he was misspelling one letter of her last name: Berkman instead of Berkmen. After some research I found her e-mail address and she not only sent me a picture of Mummy and Lulu, but also gave me directions within the cemetery:
Lulu’s grave is very close to the chapel on the right hand side looking up from the chapel door.
I could not ask for more.
The other lady friend was Tengün Sevinç who was also a friend of Mary Berkmen. We emailed each other and in her email she mentioned that Lulu was a dear friend and she had lots of books and documents of Lulu which she was ready to share with me. She also send an email to another good friend of Lulu; Angela Roome, who also provided me with some more valuable information:
I lived opposite her friend Ike and another American whose name I have forgotten but who later became a kind of aide-de-camp to the Sultan of Oman. Anyway, what surprised me about your article was that there was no mention either of Scrabble which became a passion with Lulu or Adair Mill with whom she was close friends with from about the fifties up until she died. She was friends with many of the leading intellectuals and artists of the day, both painters and actors. Some of them are still alive such as Gulriz Sururi, a well known star of the stage.
Once again, I started feeling better now with all the information I was getting about the Lulu project.
Mummy and Lulu 2 Years before Mummy died
English Section of the Cemetery
Putting the pieces together
Two weeks from today, Inşallah* I will be landing at the Atatürk Airport in Istanbul. This morning I received an email from my friend Selçuk Erarslan, whom I had asked to accompany me during my search for Lulu’s grave in the Feriköy Cemetery. Selçuk is not only a good friend but also the main correspondent of Istanbullite.com in İstanbul, who has carried out several project of mine without me being in Istanbul and always supplied me with the information on the particular site, accompanied by many photographs.
In his mail Selçuk says he already rehearsed our # 4 Trip, which includes the Feriköy Protestant Cemetery among few other spots we are going to visit. He even looked for Lulu’s grave and not only found it, but also attached to his email four pictures of the graveyard including gravestones of Lulu and Mummy. I was pleasantly surprised but also confused, whether I should expose these pictures before even I go and visit the site in person. After a long thought, I decided to at least put one of them online, the one from a distance, but take it off once I visited the site and took pictures of my own. I am sure Jan Claire will be happy but he will be still looking forward what to come next.
In Lulu's Neighbourhood
"I don't mind the Imam's prayer but..." The minarete and the loudspeakers then and today
I had picked a Thursday noon for the # 4 trip on my agenda. My brother Mustafa who lives with his family in Chicago had also joined me on this trip to Istanbul. He has his own friends to meet and his own agenda to follow, but when he is free he joins my tours and this morning he had an hour to spare before meeting his friends. We both met Selçuk at the Kabataş underground funicular station after crossing the Asian side of Istanbul to the European side by a ferry boat. The modern metro took us in a few minutes up the steep hill to Taksim Square where we were to start our tour from Sıraselviller Avenue, the street where Lulu had lived when Jan Claire had met her in the early 1960ies. Taksim square, the Piccadilly Square of Istanbul in the Pera district still resembled it’s old days this morning, with the Independence monument in the middle of the square, the Taksim Gezisi Park on the North side, the Opera house on the East and Rue de Pera or Istiklal caddesi right by the old Water distribution station where Taksim got it’s name from. Sıraselviler is the street running next to İstiklal caddesi and the one next to it where once the famed Park Hotel stood is going down the hill to Dolmabahçe, the famous palace where the last Ottoman Sultan’s lived and Atatürk had spent his last days. On the Northern side of the Taksim Park going to Harbiye or Tarlabaşı there are wooden barricades now and construction has started few days ago to change the Taksim square from it’s historic look and greenery in the Gezi Park to an ugly concrete square with highways going underneath.
We walked towards Sıraselviller Avenue, the Orthodox Saint Triada Church still in the background and numerous hamburger and döner kebab places circling the corner of İstiklal Caddesi and Sıraselviller Caddesi, where once the famous Kristal Büfe stood. On the left right at the mouth of the street is a another construction site, the famous Maxim Gazino, where singers like Zeki Müren had entertained guests in the sixties and seventies. The front of the building will still resemble the art nouveau look of the old Maxim with the columns and frieze, but inside of the building going down the hill a whole block, will most likely be a five star hotel. I am thinking to myself :”No wonder Zeki Müuren was a frequent guest at Lulu’s apartment, Maxim was so close.
We walk down the street passing the Belgian Embassy to our left and several boutiques and fast food places, all mixed together on both sides of the the street. We walk in front of a four story hotel at a corner called Park Hotel, obviously not the famous one which was demolished several years ago. Going towards Çukurcuma we come across a little mosque, it’s minarete resembling the same minarete as in the picture of the Cumhuriyet Newspaper article about Mummy and Lulu. The three story building near the mosque was possibly the same apartment building where Lulu had moved with her mother and they had lived the last years of their life.
Mustafa has a great interest in seeing Cukurcuma, a little district down the hill, which became a tourist attraction after Orhan Pamuk wrote his novel “ The Museum of Innocence and opened his Memorabilia Museum with same name as his book. The narrow street with cobble stones is crowded with antique stores and foreign tourists with maps and brochures in their hands going up and down the hill . We take a little brake stopping at the “Asri Turşucu” pickle store to drink pickle juice and to eat pickled cabbage from the glass. Another district closeby is Cihangir, a renovated area where famous writer Orhan Kemal once lived , several famous television stars live today and the area itself is an inspiration to some Turkish sitcoms like, “Yalan Dünya”. Selçuk, his family, two of his grown children and his aunt live in a four story building here, inherited from his grandparents. We stop by to enjoy a cup of Turkish Coffee in their balcony, thanks to the hospitality of his wife Reyhan and enjoy the breathtaking view of Istanbul: extending from the Bosporus Bridges on the North to Scutari, the Leander’s Tower, Calcedon, Prince Islands, the Historic Peninsula with it’s famous churches and Topkapı Palace, all the way to the Golden horn on the West. Following our visit to Selçuk’s house we part with Mustafa and the two of us climb back the hill towards Taksim Square. On our way this time we pass through a street called: ” Dr. Mehmet Öz Street”, where apparently the famous physician and television celebrity once lived as a child. Selçuk takes my camera and shoots a picture of me : Mehmet C. ÖZmeral.
Protestant Cemetery in Feriköy
Visiting Lulu and Mummy, mission accomplished
'Lulu loved animals"
Selcuk by the chapel
PROTESTANT CEMETERY IN FERİKÖY
Selçuk had already rehearsed the bus route to the Feriköy Cemetery few days before I came to Istanbul. Since the street entrance going towards Harbiye and Şişli was blocked with construction barricades we walked through the Taksim Gezisi Park, one last time before it’s soon coming destruction and dismantling and took the first bus to Şişli from the bus stop by the old Divan Hotel. After getting of the bus and a fifteen minute walk we arrived in front of the walls of the Feriköy Protestant Cemetery. The high walls were preventing the view inside, but the iron front doors between the the Roman style columns at the entrance allowed us to peek inside. On top of the door there read a script in Latin:
Evangelicorum Communne Cemetrium
There was nobody to be seen at the guard’s kiosk located behind the iron doors so we pushed the gate and walked inside the cemetery. Walking on the cobblestone path we first went through the German section of the cemetery, passing the gate saying “Armenia” and then we were in the English Section with the Chapel located in the middle of the cemetery. There seemed to be a major task of tree cutting and pruning going on inside the cemetery walls with branches and stems of cypress and pine trees laying all over the road and even on some graves. Most of the graves were surrounded with two feet high marble walls around them, typical of Turkish graves showing the borders of the land where the deceased is buried. But almost all of them had crosses or other Christian insignia either engraved on the marble grave stone or in the form of a small statue. While there were mostly English first names engraved on the headstones, most last names, especially those of women were in Turkish. That was probably because either they had married a Turkish men, or as most Laventens* did, had also adopted a Turkish name . The newer graves were well kept but the old ones looked like they were left to the ware and tare of the time with tall weeds and broken headstones laying all over them.
Selçuk leading the way pointed towards a grave with marble walls around it and an engraved cross and two names on the headstone.
“ işte Abi, Lulu’nun mezarı burada” *
A thin layer of grass had grown on top the grave were Mummy and Lulu were resting. A black guard dog approached us and then as if he wanted to show us where Lulu was laying jumped over the grave walls and stood by the headstone which read:
CORRINNE DURAN LULU DURAN 1890-1995 1914-2003
For a brief moment we both were silent. I paid my respects to both of the ladies and walked back to the cobblestones leading to the little chapel. The chapel doors were locked so we turned back and went through the German section again, thinking of Lulu’s life and that I had finally fulfilled my promise to my comrade Jan Claire. Walking through the graveyard I noticed a gravestone written in German:
Geliebt, Gelebt und nie vergessen
“So true “ I said to myself . Just like this lady resting here Lulu and Mummy were loved, lived and never forgotten.
A visit to Tengün Sevinç, one of Lulu's best friends
Faik Sabri Duran's Books and Mrs.'s Sevinc's hospitality
Another bus ride from Feriköy to Akatlar, just like Selçuk had rehearsed few days before, took us to Tengün Sevinç’s neighbourhood in the Profesörler Sitesi. Selçuk had spoken to her on the telephone and and she had told him that she was going to be home after 2 :30 on Thursday and was going to expect us. She was a close friend of Lulu and had volunteered to show all of her pictures and books and documents to us. Had Lulu lived today she was going to be 98 years of age, so we were expecting somebody at least in her late eighties but Selçuk mentioned that she sounded so much younger on the telephone.
We rang the doorbell to the one story little house and a lady with at least 30 years younger than Lulu’s age opened the door with a smile. “Buyrun, hoş geldiniz “, she said welcoming us inside her living room. We took our shoes off as it is custom in most Turkish homes. There was a round dining room table and two china cabinets as you entered the room and a step down led to the living room with a sofa and armchairs and a large window with the scenic view of outside. She asked us to feel comfortable wherever we liked. Opting for the dining room table to sit, I noticed several pictures of Lulu on the china cabinets.
She had prepared hot tea and pastries for us which we enjoyed at the dining room table while she went inside and brought boxes of books, photo albums and documents, neatly laying them on the table one set at a time and started talking about Lulu.
“ When I met Lulu for the first time she was teaching at the Department of Methodology at the University of Istanbul. I was a very young student then and I think she noticed my English accent and showed interest in me. She loved her students and loved to be around young people. One day a professor of English Literature was sick and she asked me to go into the class as a substitute teacher.
“ I was so young, there was no way I was going to the class. She insisted and encouraged me so much that I finally gave up and substituted that day for the English teacher. And the rest is history, I have been teaching since then.”
While she was talking about Lulu, she first laid down all of Faik Sabri Duran’s books including the Büyük Atlas and the Travel Book of Lulu to the United States. Then came Lulu’s albums from their days in England with her grand parents, Faik sabri Duran’s awards, diplomas, pictures... Selçuk asked her how she got to keep all this valuable memorabilia and if Lulu did not have other relatives.
“ Lulu was a dear friend and was very close to me. She trusted me with the safekeeping of her belongings. Not to many relatives showed up when she died and some of them started coming on the surface later on because of reasons you can guess. His father’s side was not close to her since Faik Sabri had married another women after they got a divorce with her mother.”
Tengün Hanım was now showing us pictures of Lulu in her younger years: a faded one with Lulu in a swimsuit on a beach chair and another one with the famous theater actress Gülriz Sururi both in swimsuits in the the resort area Kilyos.
“She liked theater, painting, music and was very close to several actresses and artists of the time. Zeki Müren was probably was the most famous of them all. Some people questioned her choices of friends but others liked their company. She had this unique talent of bringing people of different beliefs and tastes together and somehow making sure that they would get along fine. Adair Mill is one such gentleman who she was very close to. They played scrabble together all the time and we did not know if he was her boy friend or what. Any way, Adair is an atheist and Lulu’s other close friend father Robinson is a Catholic priest and as you see in this picture they got along fine.”
Tengün hanım was talking in Turkish to us with no accent at all and occasionally using expressions in English. After refilling our tea glasses for a second time I asked her if I can take a picture of her with Lulu’s framed pictures on the china cabinet. She picked the one with a cat in her lap:
“Lulu loved pets. She had two cats when she died and I had to adopt them both. They died one at a time few years later. “
It was already five o’clock and we were getting late for our last leg of our tour that day. We thanked Tengün Hanım for her hospitality and all the information she had provided us. Before we left she allowed us to take a photograph of Lulu from her albums.
“This thing, this story you are doing for Lulu is such a good thing. Lulu was such a fun person to be around and this way she will be never forgotten.”
I randomly picked up one picture of Lulu from the Album. We said goodbye to Tengün Hanım and leaving her house walked back to the bus stop.
Cem Özmeral November 26, 2012 Dublin, Ohio
A Young Lou Lou with her mother and grandparents
Lulu and Gulriz Sururi during Kilyos trip
Father Ian Sherwood, Lulu and Adair Mill
" I remember a picture of Lulu in bathing suit in Kilyos" Jan Claire