Throwback Thursday--museum visits

Ward and I have different styles in many things we do. This includes reading the signs with the exhibits we visit. He reads every word and I do more skimming because there is usually so much to see in so little time. Somehow, we have learned to work this out and enjoy going to museums and other places together. Wally and Theo have their own styles as well so visiting a museum as a family is an interesting trip, but it usually works.

However, there was one trip when Theo slowed all us down, even his read-every-word father. We were visiting the exhibits at the Livestock Show and Rodeo in Houston. He was just learning to read and attempted to read every sign. I mean every word on every sign he could see. And there was a lot to see in the Astrodome. Did I mention that he was just learning to read? Meaning there was a lot of sounding out going on. We didn't want to discourage this new skill that he was so excited about, so there was a lot of trading off and doing other things with Wally while one of us stayed with the reader. It was a long day, but in hindsight it was a sign of things to come. Soon thereafter, Theo became an avid reader.

Below is a post about a visit to a museum where I first noticed the different styles of visitors in my family.
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MONDAY, JULY 23, 2012

Visiting a Museum

Yesterday, we visited the Appalachian Trail Museum in Pine Grove Furnace State Park, Pennsylvania. It is a small museum that focuses on key people in the history of the Appalachian Trail. Even in this small, limited-topic museum, the different viewing styles of my family were evident loud and clear.

Ward is a reader. He reads and studies each and every item thoroughly. Wally is a talker. He looks at the exhibits until he can find someone to talk to. Theodore is a waiter. He skims the exhibits and then waits until the others finish. What I style am I? I'd like to say that I'm the perfect blend of all three, but you'll have to ask my family to be sure.

What is your style?

Visionary Arts

Do you ever have one of those times when you just want to get out of the house and do something different? Ward and I had one of those days this weekend. We needed a change of scenery, so on a whim, we visited the American Visionary Arts Museum in Baltimore, MD. We had visited this museum a couple of times before and it is a favorite of ours.

Before my first visit, I didn't really understand what visionary art was. At first glance, it looked a little like folk art. But on second glance, was it something far different. Folk art is passed down from person to person, but visionary art comes totally from within the artist. It is more about the process of making the piece than about the finished product, and it comes from an emotional level. The artist usually has no formal training and often comes to creating their art later in life. At this point they have lived enough that they are less concerned about what people think and more concerned about their creation.

Whatever it is, I like it. The artists ranged from people who spent their life in mental institutions to a plantation child. There were paintings, sculptures, and mechanical pieces. Much of it was whimsical and some of it was disturbing.  As you can tell, it is really hard to categorize.

 The interesting thing for me on this trip was how I came alive in the OCD (obsessive-compulsive disorder) room. The artists in this room worked with very small detailed pieces (large match stick sculptures or lots of tiny dots). There was also a lot of symmetry in their pieces. I knew that I liked detail and symmetry, but I didn't realize how much. Ward's favorite part were the wooden moving toys. And much as we don't want to admit it, we both enjoy the section on flatulence.

A visit to the Visionary Arts Museum always gives me a new outlook on life. I look at things with a new found appreciation for their creation. And I always think that I want to create a visionary art room in my house. Everything has a story, I want to tell some of mine. Who knows? Maybe someday I will do just that.

Unfortunately, as with most museums, we couldn't take any pictures inside. I did snap a few on the outside while bracing against the cold wind. You can see a few of them below.

From Head to Toe

Our town museum opened a new exhibit that I am participating in. Or I should say, my grandmother's hats are. The exhibit is called From Head to Toe and features hats, shoes, and accessories among other things. Several of my grandmother's antique hats are on display, and I'm sure that she would have never dreamed that that would happen. My sister and I had a good time as we got them ready for the exhibit. We tried to imagine her wearing each hat and where she got it. We never knew her as the fancy Italian hat wearing kind, so it was an interesting exercise.

One of the best parts of having a local museum, besides being able to participate in the exhibits, is listening to others tell stories about what they have brought for display. One person associates hat shopping with her mother as a happy time which wasn't always the case. Another person wore hats and gloves when she went shopping and to church. The stories abound and maybe I'll tell more of them another day. In the meantime, below is a sampling of a few things from the exhibit.

The museum is in a small, portable building. Some day they hope they can raise enough money to have a permanent place.

My grandmother's hats. Also, notice the hat box on the end and how the word "Exclusivery" (Exclusively) was translated from Japanese to English. That box is from a hat Miss Landers got when she was living in Japan.

This may have been the fanciest hat there. Certainly, one of the most colorful.

 

This Beaver Hat came with a very fancy cushioned hat box. All of the hat boxes I knew about before this were made of cardboard.

The dapper man who wore the fancy beaver hat above probably carried this fancy umbrella with a mustache comb in the handle. The other side of the handle had a mirror.

If these shoes are any indication, our feet have gotten a lot wider over time.

These two ladies may be dressed in their finest hats, but it didn't look like they were taking the situation too seriously.

Apparently, one size does not fit all.