Pound Pup Legacy

NBC boasts having a brief video clip of the attic in Amsterdam  in which Anne Frank lived for 25 months, where she hid from Nazi's when she was a young girl.

Tour of Anne Frank’s attic

I remember when I was a girl I did a lot of reading about the holocaust survivors.  I never read the diary of Anne Frank, mainly because I was more moved by those stories less subtle in the hardships and devastation of family separation.  I remember being in awe on the library floor, reading stacks and stacks of books, all about mothers watching their children being pulled away from them, and thinking... "yes, the Jews back then knew what it feels like to be ripped away."  In my mind, all I could read between the lines was the holy-cost of bigotry and stupidity ruining so many lives and families.  For WHAT?

There was so much more to the concentration camps than some house-story with a girl named Anne in it.  I did not need the words of one girl still living in a home with family members... at the age of 13, I needed real-life survival stories of brutal pain and misery.  I needed to know what happened, to those less fortunate than her.

In the video clip, a tree is mentioned, and again, I think as only a child ripped from the limbs of my mother could:  A tree does not represent escape or freedom.  A tree represents roots and grounding; growth and strength.  The adoptee is not a foundling, but a broken limb from the family tree, grafted where it does not belong.  Weak is the tree we must be... all because no one brought us back home, to the family and people with which we truly belong.