Eric Carle & The Titanic
or vicey-versa. We have been spending the past week in Massachusetts with Peter's family, and realized there were quite a few places that we have not had the chance to visit prior to now.
We had intended on visiting the newly discovered (by us) Eric Carle Museum of Art on Thursday, but the schedule didn't quite allow. We instead decided upon a trip to The Titanic Museum in nearby Indian Orchard. The website contained an overwhelming amount of information, and since our girls have always had a fascination with the Titanic disaster (and Nicholas loves boats), we felt it would satisfy our museum needs for the day. Then there is the family tale that my great-grandmother was set to travel on the Titanic...until she found out she was pregnant with my grandfather. She ended up opting to wait as she felt it wasn't the best time to travel. She could have been a survivor, but in hindsight, I am quite glad she did not take the risk.
We thought it was interesting that there weren't too many photos of the museum on-line, but assumed it was the natural avoidance of photography near precious artifacts. However, one might expect a photo of the museum itself. Unless, of course, it is fronted by Harry's jewelry shop.
We whizzed past the museum the first time, having completely missed the information that indicated one needed to enter through Harry's Jewelry Shop. This seemed a little odd, but we decided to go with it. We parked on Main Street, zipped across the street and entered my maternal grandmother's living room.
No, not really, Harry's had nothing on Rose. However, it was the most eclectic combination of wrapping paper (circa 1983), cards, and Catholic memorabilia galore I have seen since 2000. It was all supervised by a woman clad in a vest covered in patches that would be the envy of Girl Scouts far and wide. We sidled up to the cash register, and requested 4 tickets for the Titanic Museum. The response?
"Ooh, yes! Let me go turn on the lights!"
I love energy savings as much as the next person, and couldn't help but wonder whether that was a bad sign. I love it when my assumptions turn out to be silly and unfounded!
The museum was not huge, but jam-packed full of information. Naturally, not many true artifacts (we are easily impressed, though), but enough to instill a sense of wonder and awe. By far the most fascinating items were letters and diary entries from those who had traveled on the Titanic. The museum also covered other impressive ships of the era, so one need not be a Titanic fan to enjoy a trip to the society.
When we first stepped through the doorway, I noticed a few interesting photos. They were framed pictures of a couple who were clearly modern day, yet dressed in the finery one might find in 1912. I looked to the left and saw photos of Leonardo DiCaprio and Frances Farmer on the deck of the Titanic movie set...with the couple immediately to the right. The curator noticed our curiosity and quickly noted that the well-attired couple in the photo happened to be her brother and his wife, Mr. and Mrs. Ed Kamuda. She then pointed out other photos, and a chandelier (used in the movie) hanging in the corner. Apparently her family's interest in the Titanic, especially her brother's information and artifact gathering over the years, had garnered the couple roles as first class passengers in the film.
It was a bit tight for Nicholas, so we probably did not spend more than 45 minutes. We were all suitably impressed, though, despite our initial worry that we had completely missed the boat on this one. Oh, and the Eric Carle Museum? No worries, we hit that one today.
It was a bit longer of a drive, and given that we had several other errands and family visits, we had less time to explore than we desired. The girls were having a day out with Nonni, Peter's mother, so that coupled with a shorter amount of time equals to very good reasons to go back in the future.
The museum is located in the southern part of Amherst, a college town located in western Massachusetts. It is around the corner from a country market, and, frankly, not much else. There appears to be no limitation on space, so the hallways are wide (allowing for tall murals), the galleries are numerous and large, and there is plenty of room for the library, art center, story area, and, of course, the giant caterpillar. In case you are wondering, yes, it did almost scare the pants off Nicholas. I think he is used to the caterpillar being safely ensconced between the pages of a book, not larger than life in the middle of a museum hallway.
We viewed exhibits on the work of Eric Carle, Leo Lionni, and Lizbeth Zwerger. Is there anything more amazing than seeing the original work up close and personal? Viewing Eric Carle's tissue paper collage of the alphabet in person may even (in my humble opinion) trump my viewing of the Mona Lisa.
No pictures from the gallery, and sadly, we had to miss story hour. We were able to visit the art room, and Nicholas made his own tissue paper collage entitle (hold back your surprise and shock): Trucks. We had a bit of an issue when he felt a toy truck (they had a play area in the art room...how incredibly thoughtful is that?) was his to keep. Thankfully we were able to work through it without disappointment on Nicholas's part...and I was reminded once again how just a little bit more patience on my part can keep things on a much more even keel. So not worth it to ruin a fun day by not remembering that a 2 year old sees the world so differently. We would have loved to stay a bit longer, but we had one more exciting trip for the day in a town a few miles away.
Yes, this was a trip to visit Uncle John at his 'office'. Peter's brother is an EMT and we are hoping to see him one day work for the local fire department. In the meantime, he is employed by a local ambulance service. He was kind enough to let us stop by and check out the "ananances" that he frequently rides in for patient transports. Nicholas enjoyed the visit, but was appropriately stunned by the lights, sirens and equipment that Uncle John utilizes on a daily basis.
And tomorrow? We begin our journey home (to include an overnight with friends). Then back to unpacking, getting settled and distracting ourselves (for the moment) from thinking about the end of July.