Best remembered for her numerous publications detailing her travels in Afghanistan and the Middle East, this 20th-century travel writer also published personal memoirs and essays. Her most famous works include The Journey’s Echo: Selected Travel Writings and The Southern Gates of Arabia: A Journey in the Hadhramaut.
As a child, she taught herself to read both French and Latin. Fascinated from a young age with the book Arabian Nights, she later learned the Arabic and Persian languages and attended the University of London’s School of Oriental and African Studies.
After World War II, she traveled to Turkey, documenting her journey in such books as The Lycian Shore and Ionia, a Quest.
Born in France and raised primarily in Italy, she was the daughter of an Italian, German, and Polish mother and an English artist father. In her fifties, she married diplomat, historian, and archaeologist Stewart Perowne.
As a member of the World War I-era Voluntary Aid Detachment (VAD) service, she served with an Italian-based ambulance corps headed by historian G.M. Trevelyan.
Freya Stark Age
How old is Freya Stark? She was born in 1893, she was 129 years old at the time of her death.
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|Age||129 years old|
|Birthday||January 31, 1893|
|Date of Death||May 9, 1993|
Quotes by Freya Stark
Christmas… is not an external event at all, but a piece of one’s home that one carries in one’s heart.— Freya Stark
Absence is one of the most useful ingredients of family life, and to dose it rightly is an art like any other.— Freya Stark
To awaken quite alone in a strange town is one of the pleasantest sensations in the world.— Freya Stark
If we are strong, and have faith in life and its richness of surprises, and hold the rudder steadily in our hands. I am sure we will sail into quiet and pleasent waters for our old age.— Freya Stark
Pain and fear and hunger are effects of causes which can be foreseen and known: but sorrow is a debt which someone else makes for us.— Freya Stark