I've come "home" to my first museum- it's like looking back on an old flame.... So much has changed and then it hasn't. The history is the same and I still love the smell of fires at the blacksmith or the farmers wife cooking the noonday meal. Some of the buildings even have the same old feel, but the people are new.
Last week, I helped for the Spring Break week. I learned about the print shop, job press, and of course local history in the form of newspapers. I cleaned and tidied up a lot (while trying not to mess with other interpreters stuff...erggh). I learned that I actually miss coming to do groups or working on a project and being the go-to girl (with keys). I enjoy eating historic lunches between visits with guests. I miss saying "my schoolhouse"....I appreciate being able to arrive at the museum after a 6 minute drive, not after a 90 minute commute through Denver on major highways. I appreciate there are people that care about the history, the museum, and giving time. I look forward to all the things I'm going to learn.
I even had enough time to join in on the local St Patricks Day parade with my niece. A local news station posted our picture, which was fun to see later. Once we reached our modern car, heading to lunch, I asked her what her favorite part of being in the parade was... Her answer (stunningly cute): "the waving and smiling!" So we're beginning work immediately on Fourth of July dresses....
Glad to have unpacked my tuffet at last,
M
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