That name does not automatically sound like a fun-filled adventurous day. This museum goes back to 1893 and the World Columbian Exposition held in Chicago. The museum is named after Marshall Field (yes, as in the store named for him as well) who, as an early supporter donated 1 million dollars to this venture. While these are a few facts about the place, it is indeed an exciting and often magical place to visit.
The museum is near the lakefront and downtown on what is now called the Museum Campus. This whole area has become quite a lively place to visit almost any day as locals and tourists go from spot to spot. The Field is very large and the items on display are only a very small fraction of what they have stored, as is the case with many museums.
Over the years there have been a number of traveling exhibits that are as monumental as the building itself. The first that comes to mind was the King Tut exhibit where people stood in line for hours just waiting to get in the building! And yes, it was worth the wait, but will probably never go on tour again.
Currently there are a couple of special exhibits. One is on dinosaurs and is appropriate for most ages to view, but a little scary for some. One of the ones we went to is on Tattoo’s and is for adults. With the societal changes, it is now the norm to see a young man or woman with a full sleeve tattoo. This exhibit goes back to early days of tattoo and the reasons why people did them.
It is a very full day just trying to see some of the special items on display. This comes highly recommended as a great place to take the entire family.
Funny how that birthday thing happens about the same time each year, only the numbers change. This year I am 71 , so I can say I am in my 70’s and not feel silly for using that phrase. Hey, I am old enough I can use any phrase and not feel silly for saying it until maybe a month later when I hear it repeated back to me.
My past year had so many glorious moments I can’t even list them all. I had several bucket list items crossed off the list and a few added. I made some new friends and reconnected with old friends. As is the usual in our lives, I also had some devastating events. I lost some good friends that should not have left this earth yet.
I am still learning about myself and this world, so that is a good thing. I am mostly making forward progress and that is a positive thing. I am consciously working at improving my health and taking positive steps in that direction.
It’s a good day.
We managed to sneak in a quick side trip to Washington DC for a few hours between cities. We knew it would be a short trip and only planned on one museum, but we got 2 in. DC, if you are on the east coast is a great quick trip for travelers of all ages and much of it is free.
The 2 we visited today were American History and Natural History, and as usual both were very busy. It is wonderful to see school children from the area and around the country at these museums. Our tax dollars keep them running and started them in the beginning, so what a good use of dollars.
Since we had a short time available, we could only have a quick trip to see some of the iconic items on display. The good part is, my teenage travel companions both loved them. We now have made plans to come and visit again!
The above are Natural History next is American History and they liked both for different reasons.
Looks like we found a quilt, but it is individual canvases. Very interesting.
My own father has been gone for more than 40 years and I still miss him and talk to him all the time. So today I was just wanting to wish all fathers a happy day. While I was doing some research on the origins and days of celebration I came across this poem. I hope you enjoy it and have a very happy Father’s Day.
My father knows the proper way
The nation should be run;
He tells us children every day
Just what should now be done.
He knows the way to fix the trusts,
He has a simple plan;
But if the furnace needs repairs,
We have to hire a man.
My father, in a day or two
Could land big thieves in jail;
There’s nothing that he cannot do,
He knows no word like “fail.”
“Our confidence” he would restore,
Of that there is no doubt;
But if there is a chair to mend,
We have to send it out.
All public questions that arise,
He settles on the spot;
He waits not till the tumult dies,
But grabs it while it’s hot.
In matters of finance he can
Tell Congress what to do;
But, O, he finds it hard to meet
His bills as they fall due.
It almost makes him sick to read
The things law-makers say;
Why, father’s just the man they need,
He never goes astray.
All wars he’d very quickly end,
As fast as I can write it;
But when a neighbor starts a fuss,
‘Tis mother has to fight it.
In conversation father can
Do many wondrous things;
He’s built upon a wiser plan
Than presidents or kings.
He knows the ins and outs of each
And every deep transaction;
We look to him for theories,
But look to ma for action”
― Edgar A. Guest
Or maybe I should ask when did my socks change. We now have socks that make a statement, or support a cause, or may change lives. I used to be concerned that mine kept my feet warm and dry, but they are so much more now. The only time socks made a difference earlier was Donny Osmond’s purple socks.
Today socks are stripes or polka dots or both and celebrate holidays. It is also OK if they don’t match your outfit or each other. This is a whole new world. This is true for men, women and children.
My favorite socks of all time, sadly I don’t have a photo of them. They have Halloween colors of purple and black and say ” Trick or treat, smell my feet.” I do wear them year round and they are pretty worn, but I am sure I will keep wearing them until I find a replacement.
As with most things I relate to quilts, I was not sure how that would be possible, other than a quilted Christmas Stocking. Recently I found a quilt made from those socks that have had half the pair eaten by the washer or dryer. Simply cut the sock in half lengthwise and stitch it to the top of a quilt. Amazing how clever people are.
No, I have not been running around without any clothes, but its been the same ones for over a year. If you are new to reading this, a little over a year ago I closed up my home and went to Anchorage for a summer job. Because I flew to Alaska, I was limited to 2 large suitcases and one small carry on, I guess I could have done more, but it would have been expensive.
So my clothes and shoes and fabric all went into a storage unit to wait for my return. I came to one of my daughter’s homes for several days before I flew up to my summer adventure. Because we drove here, I could just pile things into the car and sort it out here. Now I am back visiting that daughter and the clothes I left behind.
I think this is how people prepare to live in those adorable tiny houses You are allowed 4 pairs of jeans, 6 t-shirts and 3 pairs of shoes, or some such thing. Having lived much of my life as a clothes-hound, that is beyond my comprehension. I have cut down drastically since retirement and no need to dress for the office every day. But I have found out a new love for my old things……WHAT??
I could not remember what was here and “knew” a certain pair of boots was going to be among the items. Not so. My favorite shorts, those lightweight jackets I love to layer in the summer and my favorite bathrobe were all here waiting to greet me. It was better than being a kid at Christmas. You know how the “experts” tell you if you have not worn an item in a year get rid of it, I will agree with that thought. This is different, we were separated, I will still take a hard look at what I need to take back to my new temporary home.
At least now I am much closer to my things and can come back to visit my clothes and my daughter. Now for the tough choices, what will I wear today. I am having a great day and hope you are also.
Not as bad as “I See Dead People.” This just means that I look at a beautiful landscape and try to figure out how to turn it into a quilt. I did not realize that everyone didn’t do this. I know many of my quilt friends get it because they do the same thing.
An honors course I took in college called “Women In Literature” gave us a lot of latitude to create our own final for the course. Some wrote an essay about what they felt about the course; some made a video of one of the books we read; I made a quilt. The reading material translated in my mind to quilt blocks.
Many of us make quilts for all life experiences. The birth of a child is an obvious one, however birthday and house-warming are a couple of automatic occasions in my mind. Another occasion is the passing of a friend or family member, also a promotion at work fits the category. We can’t forget as a fundraiser either.
I don’t believe this is a deadly illness to have, some may disagree when they see the size of my fabric stash. If it falls down, it’s all over. I would cite a lot of other examples, but my mind is already racing at my next blog post and what quilt will I use to explain it. How would you gift a quilt or what event would you like to receive a quilt for?
Happy Mother’s Day to all. I hope you have happy things to do today with or for your Mother . Not everyone has that storybook picture perfect relationship with their Moms, but without them we would not be here, so just celebrate life. I like to wish everyone a great day and hope that, at the end of the day, you have some happy memory of your Mom.
I don’t know if there is a 12 step program for game playing, but I probably should find one. Hi, my name is Kathy and I like to play games. Not the mind games that none of want to be a part of, but board games and card games even dice games.
I grew up as one of six children and none of us agreed as to who washed dishes yesterday. We all knew that either washing or drying and putting away the dinner dishes was going to be our chore at some point. My mom did not put a chore chart up on the fridge or on the wall, she knew. But often we could get her to play a game of Scrabble to see if maybe she would wash the dishes. We always lost, but it was a way of delaying the inevitable.
We also played cards at most events where family got together. Poker, Canasta and War are the ones I most remember. I had no idea how this might help me later in life. Wait isn’t that a book, all I ever need to know in life, I learned playing cards. Probably not. The ones about first grade make way more sense. Also, I never said I was a good card player. It may have helped with social skills.
To this day I still play games.
At senior centers and apartments everywhere you will find people sitting around tables with board games or card games of all kinds. Some days the bridge or pinochle or canasta players take over, but mostly there is a variety of games at all times. This becomes a social gathering for many, it becomes family for some.
Now you can play almost everything online, but nothing beats the friendships, the skills and the memories created by playing games with your family and/or friends seated around the same table.
One of the highlights of my summer in Anchorage, Alaska was a float plane trip. One of my grandsons came to visit and celebrate his birthday with mine, so we took a plane ride together in a Cessna that was 1 year younger than I am! It was beyond description amazing.
Our pilot was well versed in the options to find wildlife on the mountain ranges we flew over and we saw a lot. He took us over so many different glaciers, I lost count. One more beautiful than the next. We landed in a lake that was formed by the runoff from 3 glaciers, opened the door of the airplane and handed us a giant ice cube. about 12 inches, probably over 10,000 years old from a calving glacier.
I had to restrain myself and choose only a few photo’s. I have been very lucky, flying many places in the world, on big new 777’s and tiny old regional jets. Some aircraft that looked like a crop duster in little one gate no-where’s-ville. I have landed in huge modern international terminals, small antiquated international terminals. But this flight circling the mountains around Anchorage is one I will treasure. The best time flying ever.