#edith frank

[wendyliddel]

Watching A Small Light really brings back feelings from the first time I read Anne’s diary.

Like, I think I knew that Anne was killed, but I don’t think I knew the fates of the other residents of the annex.

Reading the epilogue and finding out that all of the residents except for Otto were killed was definitely a gut punch.

I have read the diary multiple times since then, and I have also read Meip’s biography, but watching this show still hit hard.

[girlactionfigure]

On this day in 1945, Edith Frank, Anne Frank's mother, died in Auschwitz-Birkenau.

Most people know little more about Anne Frank’s mother than what her daughter wrote about her. After their arrest on 4 August 1944, Edith and her family are transported to Westerbork transit camp in the north-east of the Netherlands. A month later they are deported to Auschwitz-Birkenau. There Edith and the children are separated from Otto. Two months later Margot and Anne are deported to Bergen-Belsen. Edith remains behind, alone. She dies from deprivation and disease #OnThisDay 6 January 1945, three weeks before the liberation of Auschwitz-Birkenau.

Photo: This picture of Edith and her daughters was taken in Frankfurt, Germany, in 1933, shortly before their emigration to the Netherlands.

Anne Frank House

[fiddlesolo]

Edith Frank, mother of Anne Frank, in her 20’s.

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[jellysmuses]

'You're such an idiot' (dunno if your still taking this ask)

“Fuck off. You gonna finish that or what?”, Edith hisses.

The bruises were something she could’ve easily walked off from, but apparently the stabs and scabs wouldn’t go unwarranted by this guy. Whoever he was. The brute glares at her arm, like that would make the bleeding stop.

“Just hurry up and get it over with”, she sighs, knowing it’d be a while before she’d be healthy again.

[jellypea]

Here’s a rough draft of what Edith looks like— right now— I don’t know I kinda hate it 🙃

@jellysmuses

[softballsurv-blog]

Softball sister

[51kas81]

The Diary of Anne Frank (2010) #1

[discardedvoice]

Things would get worse | @softballsurv | Continued here

His skeptical stare centered on the log in which she sat upon lifted when she spoke. Eye contact was a useful thing. People told many stories with their eyes. Whether they lied, told of the truth, hiding their true meaning of what they say behind them... That’s when he figured something wasn’t right with this place.

Slowly, he sat beside the unfamiliar face, keeping his distance but sitting close enough to avoid any extra discomfort. “The Fog,” He repeated, thinking back to what he encountered before finding the strange place, “Because of... The fog around, is it not?”

Questions flooded his already tangled mind and it took everything in him to keep from spilling them all out. Everything had to be sorted before more questions begged to be answered. Tapping his fingers at a slow rhythm to get the blood flowing but also to get his mind working faster. Not wanting to put too much on her, he figured easing into the larger questions at hand would be the best approach.

“The blizzard stopped so fast---” “I guess things are weird here? They all seem so... Tired. I assume something happened...”