It brought back memories of my thirties in England when I first read Anne Frank’s diary. And saw a theatre production based on her diary entries and visited the Frank House in Amsterdam.
I wrote a post about this experience on the Tall And True writer’s website blog in 2018. And after reading the Auschwitz Memorial’s Facebook post, I re-read and shared it. I was surprised to find I hadn’t also posted it on my personal blog.
So here is my homage to Anne Frank and her diary. A reminder of the worst and best of humanity.
Diary of Anne Frank Blog Post (February 2018)
Like many of my age, I learnt of Anne Frank’s story as a kid at school. Like many, I learnt about Anne Frank’s story as a school kid. But it wasn’t until my thirties, living in England, that I appreciated the full grace and horror of her life. I saw The Diary of Anne Frank at a Brighton theatre, read the Pan edition of her diary, and visited the Anne Frank House museum in Amsterdam.
And this makes it all the more difficult to comprehend how the Frank family and friends survived in secret hiding for so long, from July 1942, as diarised by the teenage Anne. Only to be eventually betrayed and discovered by the Nazis in August 1944. And for all but her father, Otto, to perish in the Holocaust concentration camps.
Miep also found Anne’s diary and handed it to Otto Frank when he returned after the war. I struggle to imagine how Otto must have felt reading his dead daughter’s diary entries. The closest I come is when I read the opening lines Anne wrote in her diary on the 12th June 1942, when she was just thirteen-years-old, a few years younger than my teenage son:
“I hope I shall be able to confide in you completely, as I have never been able to do in anyone before, and I hope you will be a great support and comfort to me.”
Barbarity of War
Anne’s diary is a reminder of the barbarity of war. And of the courage of those who risk their lives to protect others. But most of all, of the observations of a teenage girl who never had the chance to fulfil her potential, let alone live a long and full life!
I still can’t think about The Diary of Anne Frank — and Anne —, without a mixture of anger and deep, deep sadness.
© 2020 Robert Fairhead
N.B. You might like to read another blog post on war and courage, Syria: We Can’t Say We Didn’t Know.
Note: This post originally appeared on the Tall And True writers’ website blog.
Welcome to the blog posts and selected writing of a middle-aged dad and dog owner. Among other things, Robert is an editor and writer at Tall And True, an online showcase and forum for writers, readers and publishers. In 2020, he published his first collection of short stories, Both Sides of the Story (available from Amazon).