Diane Burton - Detective Reid Sander's Interview
Today is Anne Frank's birthday. She would've been 86 years old.
"It's an odd idea for someone like me to keep a diary, not only because I have never done so before, but because it seems to me that neither I—nor for that matter anyone else—will be interested in the unbosomings of a thirteen-year-old schoolgirl." - Anne Frank
Ever since I was a little girl I've felt a fierce connection to Anne Frank as if I knew her in a past life. When I was ten, I had a framed picture of her next to my bed and pretended she was real, alive, sitting on my bed across from me, talking about everything girls talk about. I had wished she was my best friend, my sister. I got The Diary of a Young Girl when I was twelve and worshiped it.
In seventh grade, my class read a play based after The Diary of a Young Girl, and I had to compete with another girl for the role of Anne. We had to read the same passage and convince not only the teacher but the class that we deserved the part. Deep down, I knew the part was for me and I gave it my all.
NOTE: At that time I was painfully shy.
Well, I won the part and felt I did it justice. On top of playing Anne Frank, I also read the part of Mrs. Van Daan. I remember having to make a comment from Mrs. Van Daan's POV about having nice legs when I was a young gal. And shy little me dove right into that; I lifted my right leg and ran my hand up it while reading that line. The class cracked up. They loved it! My face probably turned several shades of red but I was thrilled.
NOTE: I also read the part of Abigail Williams from The Crucible, another story and time I feel a connection to.
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I've dreamed of going to the office/museum where the Franks and Van Daans hid in for 25 months and seeing the "Secret Annexe" with my own eyes. Last month, I watched the movie "The Fault in Our Stars" and teared up when Hazel (a girl with thyroid cancer that spread to her lungs) had to climb the steep steps to get to the top. I can only imagine how intense it would be to follow Anne's steps and stand where she once stood.
Every time I read The Diary of a Young Girl and get to the end, I ball my eyes out when I read that Anne died days apart from her sister, Margot...a couple of months before the war ended.
Otto Frank was the only survivor and if it weren't for him, we wouldn't have Anne's story. He privately passed copies of her diary as a memorial to his family. Two years after the war ended, her diary was published in Amsterdam by Contact Publishers. Anne would've been eighteen.
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". . . and finally I twist my heart round again, so that the bad is on the outside and the good is on the inside and keep on trying to find a way of becoming what I would so like to be, and what I could be if . . . there weren't any other people living in the world." - Anne Frank
Happy Birthday, dear Anne!