It is Friday evening and the weekend lies before me like a luxurious bolt of cloth from which anything might yet be made. At this moment I am enjoying the thought of it to the full.
I have been listening to the unabridged diary of Anne Frank on CD while walking the village with Molson. What a good writer Anne was, so full of potential. Her descriptions of the small world of the secret annex and those who populated it are so vivid and filled with wry humour, wit and poignancy. I felt, as I listened to her words--her "voice"-- as though I was there, listening to the creaking stairs, slamming doors, droning bombers and machine gun fire that frightened them so much. I felt that I was watching the people and sharing the emotions she described.
Her constrained surroundings, the tension and deprivation over the two years she and the seven others hid there were in stark contrast to the freedom I had to walk anywhere I wished without fear, to come home and find our cupboards amply filled with food, and to have no fear of hatred and violence being directed against me for my ethnicity or faith.
Anne's diary, which she called "Kitty," was a friend in whom she confided everything. "When I write, I can shake off all my cares, she wrote on April 5, 1944.
Listening to the diary reminds me to be deeply grateful for the blessings of here and now. It is easy to forget; to get off track in relationships that should be cherished, to be greedy for more things that don't matter at all, and forget how much we have. Anne reminds me of all of that and how important it is to stand against prejudice, hatred and bigotry.
This is a link to a 5 minute Anne Frank Biography - Biography.com