I did it twice yesterday and today. Of course, yesterday was a business trip to Dothan, but after I got out, I decided to take the scenic route back to Tally—through Hwy 90 coasting through downtowns and taking in the nice homes and beautiful forests and fields.
Today, in spite of the rain and dreary gray skies, I took a trip over to Bainbridge, GA to see a traveling exhibit on the life of Anne Frank. I’d never been to Bainbridge and thought, “what the heck?” So I checked it out.
It was a nice exhibit; it was a simple pop-up type of exhibit with photos and lots of captions. It’s not elaborate, but I really did appreciate the message.
It’s very frightening now to think our world is quickly losing sight of the suffering and the pain endured during the Holocaust and from World War II. With “the greatest generation,” the men and women who lived, fought, and worked during this time quickly dying, we’re also losing a direct connection to that time of history. What we’ll have left are old documentaries and photographs.
It’s amazing what photos offer—a quick capture of emotion that’s preserved for the future. The photos of Anne Frank’s childhood, smiling with her family and friends in the early 1930s, showed a young girl and her family filled with happiness and joy—most importantly, a sense of normalcy.
Neither she nor her family would know that in ten years they’d be in hiding, fearing the brutal Nazis.
