You made me think of The American Museum of Natural History and the Hayden Planetarium in NYC (now the Rose?), where I spent time on trips with school, with other groups, with my parents, separately and with just myself. As a kid I loved geology: rocks and minerals, and the Hall of Gems was exotic and scholarly. I tried to memorize all the rocks and minerals.
The last time I was there, I was with my husband and son. And the time before that, I carried my mother's ashes -- I explained to the people checking my knapsack -- how she loved the museum. They let me in, no problem, as long as I didn't leave "her" there!
Another wonderful story, Janice. Your directive to recall a past memory brought to mind my annual school trips to Kennywood Park in junior high where I was fascinated by the roller coaster, cotton candy, sounds of the carousel, and the large cups of buttermilk that was served from a stainless steel tanker truck. It was ice cold and was dotted throughout with large flecks of butter. I rarely drank the stuff, but never missed an opportunity to do so when I was in Kennwood Park.
You made me think of The American Museum of Natural History and the Hayden Planetarium in NYC (now the Rose?), where I spent time on trips with school, with other groups, with my parents, separately and with just myself. As a kid I loved geology: rocks and minerals, and the Hall of Gems was exotic and scholarly. I tried to memorize all the rocks and minerals.
The last time I was there, I was with my husband and son. And the time before that, I carried my mother's ashes -- I explained to the people checking my knapsack -- how she loved the museum. They let me in, no problem, as long as I didn't leave "her" there!
I'm glad you got to see your science museum!
Erika, thanks for sharing such a nice memory and I especially love the story of taking your mother to the museum. What a good daughter you are!
Another wonderful story, Janice. Your directive to recall a past memory brought to mind my annual school trips to Kennywood Park in junior high where I was fascinated by the roller coaster, cotton candy, sounds of the carousel, and the large cups of buttermilk that was served from a stainless steel tanker truck. It was ice cold and was dotted throughout with large flecks of butter. I rarely drank the stuff, but never missed an opportunity to do so when I was in Kennwood Park.
I remember that buttermilk from the past! OMG, I had forgotten! Thanks for the memory.