June 12, 1929...

A young girl was born. At the time of her birth, she was like others born on that date throughout the world...just another little baby girl born to proud parents.

Her Father worked at the family owned bank, and her Mother stayed at home, to take care of her and her sister, a typical middle class, upper middle class scenario played out all over.

Because of internal strife in their native country, they immigrate to another country, for a better job for him, and a better life for the family, and they succeeded in both endeavors.

Until May 15, 1940, and the horror began...

Then the horror for her ended, March 1945...

She would have been 80 years old had she lived...

But, we can be thankful, for she lives on in our memory, and will do so for generations to come...












To forget Anne is to forget humanity.