Saturday, November 20, 2010

Anne Frank

Today we headed off to visit one of the most moving museums I have ever set foot in...Anne Frank’s House. 

It was over 10 years ago when I first walked through the doors of this incredibly moving exhibit and today was just the same.  Whilst the museum surrounds are much bigger today, with the acquisition of adjoining buildings, it was just as moving today as it was so many years before.  It is amazing to think that Anne’s father fought to preserve the secret annex during the late 1950s, as it had fallen into such disrepair that it was earmarked for demolition.
Seeing the infamous bookshelf concealing the doorway to the annex; climbing the steep, narrow staircases;  pouring over the photos and postcards still pasted on Anne’s bedroom walls; deciphering the pencil marks on the wall detailing the growth of Anne and her sister Margot; actually seeing Anne's perfectly formed script within the pages of her now famous red checked covered diary; soaking in the atmosphere within the darkened, confined spaces where the family was in hiding for nearly two years...this place exudes pain, isolation, innocence, persecution, hope and ultimate betrayal...

Anne Frank's house

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