Diane Atkinson

#RiseUpWomen! publishes 8th Feb in the UK. Pre-order your copy here: bloomsbury.com/uk/rise-up-wom…

@DitheDauntless says Happy Publication Day to @wendymoore99. Endell Street @Atlanticbooks tells the story of the work of suffragette doctors Flora Murray and Louisa Garrett Anderson on the Western Front, and their hospital in London staffed entirely by women. Brilliant + timely.

Tomorrow off we jolly well go to Lancaster @Litfest where @DitheDauntless will open the festival and talk about our super suffragette sisters, Friday 8 March, Shire Hall, 7pm. Rise Up, Women! The Remarkable Lives of the Suffragettes. @BloomsburyBooks @bloomsburypublishing@vote100

@DitheDauntless and Richard Tove won the debate @debsocexeter tonight A significant number in the room opposed the motion, 'the Suffragettes did more harm than good.' And they asked excellent questions. Hooray! Rise Up, Women! @bloomsburybooks @vote100

We're off to hear @DitheDauntless vigorously oppose the motion, 'the suffragettes did nothing but harm,' at Exeter Debating Society, Exeter Uni, at 7pm tonight. We'll put them straight. @BloomsburyBooks @vote100 @riseupforgirls @riseupwomen

We're getting giddy with excitement to be going to Lancaster @litfestuk Friday 8 March to hear @DitheDauntless talk about Edith Rigby and her suffragette comrades who went to London to protest mightily. Rise Up, Women of Lancaster! Shire Hall, 7.30pm. @BloomsburyBooks @UKVote100

@dithedauntless Delighted to see ourselves out NOW in paperback. Huge thanks to @BloomsburyBooks for Rise Up, Women's! fab cover, and to its generous reviewers and endorsers. The centenary is over but there's still work to do. Rise Up, Women ! Keep talking about the suffragettes.

@DitheDauntless paperback out NOW. Thanks @BloomsburyBooks for this stunning cover. Delighted with the very nice endorsements too! Thrilled that Rise Up, Women! was chosen as a book of the year by @ObserverUK @ObsMagazine @NewStatesman @Telegraph. Rise up, Women! Don't EVER stop!

Been off Twitter all day, writing. Amazing, moving feedback to this thread. Unexpected. Thank you all.

Because otherwise, there is nothing left at all.

These people are gone, eradicated, flushed down the memory hole. Reduced, at best, to scraps and half-remembered fragments. In the space of a lifetime. So, you remember what you can, and as loudly as you can.

Even if they weren’t alive, they would be remembered, photographed, known about. They aren’t. The point being, it wasn’t a failure, the Holocaust. It wasn’t curtailed. It was a plan, carried out, which worked very well.

Now, obviously these are the travails of any historian or amateur genealogist. I get that. But this is not ancient history. When these people died, my own, normal, London terraced house had already been standing for fifty years. Many of them would still be alive.

It’s possible his father wasn’t even who I think he was, but another close relative with the same name. I don’t know. Which means nobody knows. Because there is nobody left who might. Nor was there even anybody left who might have told somebody else.

I don’t know who his mother was, though. On the testimony form, the name of his mother doesn’t match other records for the uncle’s wife. I don’t know if this is a mistake, or if she had two names, or if he had two wives. I have nobody to ask.

The one I fixate on is Ryszard, the child of my mum’s uncle. He died at nine. That’s the age of my own eldest kid. The “circumstances of death” box for Ryszard says “Actions against children in Podgorze Ghetto”. I think about him a lot. It seems very important to remember him.

That’s priceless, but fairly muddy, too. Particularly vexing is the lack of mention of my grandpa’s first wife and daughter, probably because they died at the hands of Russians, not Germans. We’re not even certain of their names. To repeat, that’s my aunt. No names.

One is a record of births, marriages and deaths from Krakow, but it’s pretty muddy. The other is the testimonies of the dead left to the Holocaust museum at Yad Vashem by my great uncle, my grandpa’s brother, who fled to Brazil after the war.

Recently, I’ve been trying to find out about them. It’s really hard. My grandpa died when I was three, and I gather he didn’t like to talk about the past much. So, now, there are only really two sources.

To understand the immediacy, that’s my mum’s half-sister, grandparents, whole extended family. All gone before she was even born.

All parts of my family lost people in the war. My grandfather, though, lost pretty much his whole family. They were in Krakow, in Poland, and only he and one brother survived. His first wife, his baby daughter, his parents, aunts, uncles, nieces, nephews.