Today I visited a historical museum with my family. It was an interesting experience.
in almost every room I found something from my past.
For example, in the school room was a reader that I had used and desks with inkwells like I once sat in.
In the military room was a WWII Army uniform like my mom wore, which became my Halloween costume in ninth grade.
The tech room was full of memories. An old Brownie box camera, the first camera my family owned. A Kodak camera with a silver flash. Manual typewriters in metal carriages that you had to move in order to stop from typing off the end of the page.
A plastic-bodied beige dial phone and the first wall phone we got when we moved to California.
Down in the clothing room were dresses that I remember my Grandma Reiske wearing when she got dressed up and another dress similar to the one my mother wore on her wedding day.
The most shocking clothes, however, were the ones from my twenties. What were we thinking? Bold geometric designs, mini skirts, long tunics over matching wide leg pants. Loose, flowing tops that were really dresses.
my favorite hallway featured Native American artifacts similar to what I have at home.
The museum took me on a welcome journey back to the past. The best part was sharing those memories with my grandkids.