Remembering Anne Frank
I was so determined, when I started the Diary of Anne Frank, to enjoy this girl and find out what she wanted us to know, as she sat in the secret annex writing and writing for years. I would not constantly think of her as doomed, not continually think of the Nazis who were coming to get her. I would appreciate her as herself -- a delightful young person struggling with growing up, and a wonderful writer. As I get to the end of the book, she is more and more articulate and exuberant--she loves life, loves the beauty of that small part of the world she can see from the annex attic. And she's closer and closer to being found and deported to the concentration camps. She's going to endure unimaginable suffering. I am thus now at the heartbreak, anger and disbelief stage. We'll be visiting Anne Frank House soon. Remembering is all we can do now. It's not doing a lot, but I do think that it's something very important.