I Remember Anne Frank
06/02/2005 AT 06:00 PM EDT
Gies asked 12-year-old Anne, her boss's daughter, to take part in her 1941 wedding. By then the Nazis had already invaded.
On my wedding day Anne looked very smart in her princess-style coat and a matching hat. Her hair looked shiny, and I know how much care she always paid to it. We were happy to celebrate and forget our concerns. That said, none of us really believed that it would get as bad as it did.
The next year Anne's sister Margot, 16, was ordered to a Nazi labor camp. The Franks hastily prepared to move to the hiding place Gies had helped to ready at Otto's workplace.
At their apartment there was an undercurrent of near-panic, but few words were spoken. Henk [Gies's husband] and I took piles and piles of clothes and shoes and hid them under our raincoats. Early the next morning I biked over to the Franks' flat. Anne stood wide-eyed in her nightgown. It was raining, but that was good for us. Margot and I pedaled at an even pace so that we would not arouse suspicion. When we arrived at the [office], she was in a state of shock. I led her up the stairway.
During after-hours visits to the attic, Gies often talked at length with Anne. A typical teenager, she matured quickly.
Anne was in a growth spurt, and her shoes no longer fit. One day I stumbled onto a pair of high-heeled red pumps, secondhand but in good condition. She was so happy. She was growing into a young woman, and yet she was so confined and had worries way beyond her age. Besides the war, she wanted so much to also talk about clothes and fashion – she loved glamor. I don't believe Anne ever lost hope, though [she] worried. She always had so many questions and longings to be free.