…or at least it’s supposed to be. We might drown before it feels like it, though. On May 19th, we’ll be hosting a steampunk-themed event here at the museum in honour of International Museum’s Day. I can’t think of anything more suitable to be doing on Queen Victoria’s birthday. It has, however, come to my attention that although one specific demographic in the Valley knows what steampunk is, there are other groups who don’t. Let me enlighten you: Steampunk mixes science fiction, fantasy, history, and speculative fiction and focuses on Victorian and Edwardian era Britain and the "Wild West"-era in the United States. Works of steampunk often feature anachronistic technology or futuristic innovations as Victorians might have envisioned them, based on a Victorian/Edwardian perspective on fashion, culture, architectural style and art and technology that includes such fictional machines as those found in the works of H. G. Wells and Jules Verne’s books. This along the lines of what you would have read (or seen in the many movie renditions of- ) Jules Verne’s Journey to the Centre of the Earth and you’ve got the picture. Or use Google Images to look the term up! We’re hoping to spark your imagination with this event. History doesn’t necessarily have to be staid and stuffy, it can be bent out of shape to be the SCA or steampunk, too. Events like these give us an opportunity to practice skills transmission. If it were not for events like this, we wouldn’t catch the attanetion of many members of the younger generation, who oftentimes come out of curiosity, and then find something that they can take and run with. To that effect, we’ve taught a number of people things such as rope making, beading techniques, weaving of many kinds, knitting stitches, crochet and even some lace making (not the easiest thing in the world). As the Museum grows and becomes more involved as an interpretive centre, we will be focusing more on this type of skills transmission. We are working on programming such as plant dyeing with natural fibers and spinning, and we are hoping to find other skills that you would want to learn or teach. Please contact us if you feel that you would like to participate in any of our programming – as a visitor or an instructor!
Thursday, April 26, 2012
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Conundrum for a Collections Manager
So here's a bit of a provocative topic, just for a change
Those who know me know that I am a trained archaeologist who also enjoys living history. I do quite a bit of it at work, obviously (we do mostly 1920's and pioneer era), but I also do it in my spare time (mostly Viking Age). Sometimes the two overlap. I was also born and raised in a different culture, and so I attend a fair amount of events here that entail people getting dressed up to depict what they think is representative of that culture. I recently attended one of the latter events and came across a woman who was wearing an outfit that was “sort of like” the National Costume of my country of origin, only this woman proudly proclaimed that she'd changed hers to her own liking. I can't even describe the feeling of insult that I felt standing face to face with this woman, who, for all intents and purposes had in a way told me that our carefully designed National treasure, a design that was built on generations of historic, provincially and ethnically specific dress, was not good enough for her to wear in Canada. It’s kind of like if some officer decided to change the Canadian Army “class A” uniform to his liking. If you do that in the military, you get in big trouble. At the same time, I knew exactly what this woman meant. We are, after all, Canadians, and as such we like to show our individuality. We don't have generations of historic anything to build on on this coast (unless you have First Nations heritage, of course – which I will discuss later). This woman had simply done what is OK to do in Canada, but in the meantime, the Swede in me felt deeply offended. That same thing happens at work, and especially at events surrounding the living history group of which I am a member. People who want to join our group actually have to apply to become members and have their costume vetted now. We have a 10 foot rule, i.e. if you are standing 10 feet away from me, you should not be able to find anything on my person that does not look authentically Viking Age. In actuality, it's more like a 5 foot rule for most of us, and for some, it's even less...and then comes the inevitable funny visitor, dressed in a completely non-Viking Age fur vest and loincloth with the standard plastic horned helmet. He thinks he's being funny. He also doesn't know better. I on the other hand can spend 20 hours+ on one garment (each person wears an average of four garments at one time, plus shoes and accessories), carefully carding the wool, spinning it, hand dyeing it, weaving it and hand stitching it together, and I know how much hard work it is to represent my ancestors. I understand he's trying to be funny when he shows up to every event promoting Swedish culture dressed like that, but to me, his behaviour is a slap in the face. It's just plain old disrespectful. Not to me and my friends here in Canada, but to my ancestors, who I do not see as a joke. The same can be said for some of the people who claim to portray Abbotsford pioneers. Some of them would probably have got a kick from seeing the way they're portrayed – most likely laugh at our stupid mistakes - but really, some of those ladies would be appalled at being depicted as ankle-showing, beer swilling, bling-wearing, garter-showing pick-up artists with way too much make-up and hose befitting a prostitute. If we go back to the pioneer era, we get either saloon hookers in fake silk with their chests hanging out, or, alternatively, all the colour disappears out of all the fabric for a very plain, colourless existence of a shaker. Neither one is especially representative of the clothing that Abbotsford pioneer women would have worn. Some of it was very colourful, some of it was highly embellished. It required great skill to make such clothing, and by omitting those skills and that form of creative expression...all that hard work...from our repertoire, we're being a bit glib, aren't we? A bit disrespectful, again. Either way, not very authentic.
At a meeting I recently attended, one of the members spoke on behalf of the First Nations community. A number of us who work with heritage had gathered to discuss our immediate needs, and one of the top ones on his list was the need for authenticity. Now, the First Nations go back thousands of years here in BC. Even though the Norsemen, whose culture I hold so dear, were supposedly the first Europeans to come to North America, not even they go back that far in pre-history (only about 1000 years), and certainly not on this coast. There is plenty of evidence for how the tribes lived, what they wore, what kind of social system they had and so on, and yet when First Nations cultures are displayed here, even on a museum level, half the time we get it wrong. We get basic things wrong, too, like placing teepees in Sto:lo exhibits. “But you have to make it fun” is the defense. Really? You don't think we have fun doing it correctly? Let me tell you something: I wouldn't be doing this for a hobby if it weren't fun. You don't think your culture or your history can be an amazing experience all on its own? I beg to differ. I know you're wrong on that score. History is full of colour, laughter, fun – all of its own, without having to add anachronisms. If you do that sort of thing for a hobby, i.e. if you don't get paid for it, then it's up to you to decide to what length you want to go in trying to recreate something. You may even want to add a bit of spectacle that may be anachronistic just because you feel like it. But if you're on a museum level, then what? What about when people expect to see certain things, because the myth that a given thing existed is so deeply ingrained in our own culture that we cannot imagine an event without it? In my living history group, we use it as an excuse to educate, but a lot of time, as a museum, you can't afford to do that. It takes too long to educate if all you get is 1 minute of face time with a visitor. I mean really afford it, in the economic sense. When my group hosted a dinner for the general public a few years ago, we tried to make it historically accurate fare and we decorated the hall just so etc. And yet it was all wrong. Why? Because if we'd not had some kind of white fluffy bread to serve with dinner, people would have complained that they weren’t fed well for the money, and if we'd have only allowed men to attend, well, we would have been doing something that's illegal in this country, more commonly known as gender discrimination. Oh, and the dinner wasn't cooked by slaves, either...In other words, we would not have been able to meet modern expectations of what a Viking feast was if we'd have done it “to the letter” and “by the book”. Nobody there was really a Viking, so nobody really was offended, but what about if you were a member of an Indian band whose ancestors had developed these amazing structures called pit houses and never spent a day in a Plains Indian style teepee? Would you be offended if you came to a demo of your culture and all the enactors were “living” in teepees? Or wearing Sioux head dresses? Or what about when my friend spends 40 hours on an outfit and then is requested by the event coordinator to wear a plastic horned helmet “so that people can tell she's depicting a Viking”? Or better yet, when a man and his child leave our event because we as Norsemen and -women wear religious symbols which are not Christian, and even mention the Gods and Goddesses that we (would have) believe(d) in – who is wrong then? In the end, that man and his child did not become more educated, so he lost something, and we lost a visitor, i.e. not only money, but a chance to educate.
If some of the people that some groups and museums are supposedly depicting were still alive, some of them would have grounds for a law suit for slander. So do we not have an obligation to them to do them justice, just because they're dead and can no longer file a law suit? Where does one draw the line between fiscally responsible event planning and disrespect towards a culture, an era, a gender and so on? Where is the line between “fun” and “incorrect”?
As you can see, these are all super difficult questions to answer. Some of you readers will for sure say “She takes herself too seriously”. I know that for a fact. Those of us who do historic recreation for a hobby or professionally get to hear it all the time. But then again, I am not sure I answer to you, and therein lies the crux of the problem, does it not? Do I have a responsibility to you, the paying audience, or to those whom I am depicting, and if it's neither/both, then how do you find the right balance?
Those who know me know that I am a trained archaeologist who also enjoys living history. I do quite a bit of it at work, obviously (we do mostly 1920's and pioneer era), but I also do it in my spare time (mostly Viking Age). Sometimes the two overlap. I was also born and raised in a different culture, and so I attend a fair amount of events here that entail people getting dressed up to depict what they think is representative of that culture. I recently attended one of the latter events and came across a woman who was wearing an outfit that was “sort of like” the National Costume of my country of origin, only this woman proudly proclaimed that she'd changed hers to her own liking. I can't even describe the feeling of insult that I felt standing face to face with this woman, who, for all intents and purposes had in a way told me that our carefully designed National treasure, a design that was built on generations of historic, provincially and ethnically specific dress, was not good enough for her to wear in Canada. It’s kind of like if some officer decided to change the Canadian Army “class A” uniform to his liking. If you do that in the military, you get in big trouble. At the same time, I knew exactly what this woman meant. We are, after all, Canadians, and as such we like to show our individuality. We don't have generations of historic anything to build on on this coast (unless you have First Nations heritage, of course – which I will discuss later). This woman had simply done what is OK to do in Canada, but in the meantime, the Swede in me felt deeply offended. That same thing happens at work, and especially at events surrounding the living history group of which I am a member. People who want to join our group actually have to apply to become members and have their costume vetted now. We have a 10 foot rule, i.e. if you are standing 10 feet away from me, you should not be able to find anything on my person that does not look authentically Viking Age. In actuality, it's more like a 5 foot rule for most of us, and for some, it's even less...and then comes the inevitable funny visitor, dressed in a completely non-Viking Age fur vest and loincloth with the standard plastic horned helmet. He thinks he's being funny. He also doesn't know better. I on the other hand can spend 20 hours+ on one garment (each person wears an average of four garments at one time, plus shoes and accessories), carefully carding the wool, spinning it, hand dyeing it, weaving it and hand stitching it together, and I know how much hard work it is to represent my ancestors. I understand he's trying to be funny when he shows up to every event promoting Swedish culture dressed like that, but to me, his behaviour is a slap in the face. It's just plain old disrespectful. Not to me and my friends here in Canada, but to my ancestors, who I do not see as a joke. The same can be said for some of the people who claim to portray Abbotsford pioneers. Some of them would probably have got a kick from seeing the way they're portrayed – most likely laugh at our stupid mistakes - but really, some of those ladies would be appalled at being depicted as ankle-showing, beer swilling, bling-wearing, garter-showing pick-up artists with way too much make-up and hose befitting a prostitute. If we go back to the pioneer era, we get either saloon hookers in fake silk with their chests hanging out, or, alternatively, all the colour disappears out of all the fabric for a very plain, colourless existence of a shaker. Neither one is especially representative of the clothing that Abbotsford pioneer women would have worn. Some of it was very colourful, some of it was highly embellished. It required great skill to make such clothing, and by omitting those skills and that form of creative expression...all that hard work...from our repertoire, we're being a bit glib, aren't we? A bit disrespectful, again. Either way, not very authentic.
At a meeting I recently attended, one of the members spoke on behalf of the First Nations community. A number of us who work with heritage had gathered to discuss our immediate needs, and one of the top ones on his list was the need for authenticity. Now, the First Nations go back thousands of years here in BC. Even though the Norsemen, whose culture I hold so dear, were supposedly the first Europeans to come to North America, not even they go back that far in pre-history (only about 1000 years), and certainly not on this coast. There is plenty of evidence for how the tribes lived, what they wore, what kind of social system they had and so on, and yet when First Nations cultures are displayed here, even on a museum level, half the time we get it wrong. We get basic things wrong, too, like placing teepees in Sto:lo exhibits. “But you have to make it fun” is the defense. Really? You don't think we have fun doing it correctly? Let me tell you something: I wouldn't be doing this for a hobby if it weren't fun. You don't think your culture or your history can be an amazing experience all on its own? I beg to differ. I know you're wrong on that score. History is full of colour, laughter, fun – all of its own, without having to add anachronisms. If you do that sort of thing for a hobby, i.e. if you don't get paid for it, then it's up to you to decide to what length you want to go in trying to recreate something. You may even want to add a bit of spectacle that may be anachronistic just because you feel like it. But if you're on a museum level, then what? What about when people expect to see certain things, because the myth that a given thing existed is so deeply ingrained in our own culture that we cannot imagine an event without it? In my living history group, we use it as an excuse to educate, but a lot of time, as a museum, you can't afford to do that. It takes too long to educate if all you get is 1 minute of face time with a visitor. I mean really afford it, in the economic sense. When my group hosted a dinner for the general public a few years ago, we tried to make it historically accurate fare and we decorated the hall just so etc. And yet it was all wrong. Why? Because if we'd not had some kind of white fluffy bread to serve with dinner, people would have complained that they weren’t fed well for the money, and if we'd have only allowed men to attend, well, we would have been doing something that's illegal in this country, more commonly known as gender discrimination. Oh, and the dinner wasn't cooked by slaves, either...In other words, we would not have been able to meet modern expectations of what a Viking feast was if we'd have done it “to the letter” and “by the book”. Nobody there was really a Viking, so nobody really was offended, but what about if you were a member of an Indian band whose ancestors had developed these amazing structures called pit houses and never spent a day in a Plains Indian style teepee? Would you be offended if you came to a demo of your culture and all the enactors were “living” in teepees? Or wearing Sioux head dresses? Or what about when my friend spends 40 hours on an outfit and then is requested by the event coordinator to wear a plastic horned helmet “so that people can tell she's depicting a Viking”? Or better yet, when a man and his child leave our event because we as Norsemen and -women wear religious symbols which are not Christian, and even mention the Gods and Goddesses that we (would have) believe(d) in – who is wrong then? In the end, that man and his child did not become more educated, so he lost something, and we lost a visitor, i.e. not only money, but a chance to educate.
If some of the people that some groups and museums are supposedly depicting were still alive, some of them would have grounds for a law suit for slander. So do we not have an obligation to them to do them justice, just because they're dead and can no longer file a law suit? Where does one draw the line between fiscally responsible event planning and disrespect towards a culture, an era, a gender and so on? Where is the line between “fun” and “incorrect”?
As you can see, these are all super difficult questions to answer. Some of you readers will for sure say “She takes herself too seriously”. I know that for a fact. Those of us who do historic recreation for a hobby or professionally get to hear it all the time. But then again, I am not sure I answer to you, and therein lies the crux of the problem, does it not? Do I have a responsibility to you, the paying audience, or to those whom I am depicting, and if it's neither/both, then how do you find the right balance?
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Echoes of Christmases Past
Do you have a favourite Christmas memory? Or do you have too many Christmases that you don’t care to remember? My younger brother has one of those stories that you wouldn’t wish on anybody from when he was very young. You see, where I come from (Sweden) Santa comes to your house on December 24th, and when I say he comes to your house, he comes through the front door while you’re awake, not through the chimney while you’re sleeping, either! Usually it’s the dad from next door who’s got dressed up as Santa, or some uncle or whoever is game. There are masks and beards and suits to buy in the store, and one year, my very young brother (something like 2 years of age) had found such a mask with attached beard. He’d somehow managed to get to close to an open flame. Do you know what happens when fake beard made of fluffy cotton meets flame? That’s right…WOOF! The result wasn’t so much a disastrous amount of burns to his face and hands as a long-lasting terror relating to anything Santa Claus-ish. Me, on the other hand, I have another Santa malady story… When I was about four or five years old, we lived at the top of a hill. The house backed on to a grassy ravine. That ravine was great for tobogganing and snow ball wars – no trees or shrubs, just a long, wide open slope that came to a soft low grade stop at the bottom. Man, we could make those toboggans go! I don’t have any idea why Santa, a.k.a. my dad in disguise, decided that it’d be a great idea for Santa to come up that cotton picking ravine, as opposed to come up the street and in the front door like any other Santa…I guess he had this idea that it would be picturesque and exciting for me and all my (seemingly) 100 cousins, aunties and uncles to all gather on the patio to watch Santa with his big burlap sack full of gifts come up the snow-clad hill. Oh, it was picture, alright, only not how he’d intended it… (I’d like to point out that this is the same hill that my older brother used to run up and down…with me on his shoulders…in order to make himself a hockey super star, and he was a whole lot younger than dad and I was a lot lighter than the burlap sack full of gifties, but it’d still just about kill him!) More than half way up the hill Santa ran out of steam, slipped in the icy snow, fell and slid back down the hill while we, the children, watched as our Christmas presents were distributed all over the darkened hillside. I remember crying from feeling sooooo sorry for poor Santa. Later that night, Dad returned from “some errand” (you know the one that made him miss Santa’s arrival), and only minutes after that, we heard this funny sort of “clink-sploosh…clink-sploosh” sound emanating from the patio where we’d just stood watching Santa back slide. What can that be, wondered the children. My dad did not wonder. He immediately recognized the sound of the beer that had been left to cool in flats out on the patio freezing in its glass bottles, causing the bottles to explode and the beer to spill down the patio and onto the lower deck and lawn. My poor dad… The whole incidence only got worse by the fact that in the spring, when the snow thawed, I found Santa’s torn burlap sack spread out all over my dad’s bed of pruned roses… Oh, dear, poor Santa! And then I cried for his troubles again. What malady could possibly have befallen him that was so bad that his sack would have torn and somehow ended up on dad's roses?! I really, really loved Santa. Especially when he looked and sounded like my dad.
Happy Holidays to all of you!
(Oh, and remind me in the New Year to tell you about a True Reid New Year’s Eve…)
Happy Holidays to all of you!
(Oh, and remind me in the New Year to tell you about a True Reid New Year’s Eve…)
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
The Annual Lament Post
Well, they’re gone again… All my students are back in their respective classrooms, and we miss them a lot. A big lot. Once again, we were very fortunate to have attracted some top notch applicants, and it was really brutal to try and whittle the numbers down from well over 100 applicants to around 15 to interview.
Resumes look completely different now as compared to what they used to look like when I was the same age as these students are now, much more abbreviated and yet containing much more information. After that initial step, we met with some of the most spectacular applicants to date. It was really difficult to choose, it actually felt really ridiculous to have to cut applicants based on ludicrous things like one tiny single spelling error, but they were all that good. The exceptions to the rules were the applicants that were not on the dean’s list or who hadn’t worked in some magnificent job previous summers. The odd one showed up looking like they’d never seen an iron in their lives, and one applicant smelled so bad from smoke that it made one of the staff break out in a five hour asthma attack, but really, most of these applicants were ridiculously suited for the job.
The most popular mistake was to not read the instructions for how to submit an application, i.e. sending it to us without cover letter, in the wrong format and/or addressed to the wrong person with the wrong title, and on occasion, to the wrong museum. About 25% of the applicants could be weeded out right off the bat based on that, because if you cannot take very simple instructions that basically are only two sentences long, chances are, you’ll have a hard time mastering our cataloguing programs and other computer programs. (And really, by the time you address your letter to Dear Mrs. Executive Director Dorothy Van Der Ree, how are you supposed to fit the rest of your cover letter on one page?) Most of the resumes were stellar. Generally, it was the cover letter that made our lives easier by making the selection process quicker. Note to self: Do not start your cover letter with “Hi! Sorry for the late reply. I’ve been away on vacation with my parents for two weeks”. Also, if you really want us to consider your resume, please type your name in some sort of English script so we can read it. Oh and include your name, and preferably your contact information, somewhere on the resume. And don’t call me two hours after you press the send button to ask why you have not been contacted yet, and if I tell you that we will contact prospective applicants after May 10th, don’t call me May 4th and ask why we have not called.
At the end of the day, those rather humorous mistakes were the exceptions to the rule. The applicants that got the jobs had a winning combination of stellar resume and a personality that fit in with the permanent staff. They really put their noses to the grindstones for us, and so, all I have to say is Harpreet, Sarah and Pam: Thank you, thank you and thank you for a great summer!
Monday, July 25, 2011
Support for MSA in the unlikeliest of places...
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Hello!
Hello, for the second time! Sarah here.
This marks my fourth-ish week working with the MSA Museum Society, and yes, I am still just as excited as when I started!
Last week the Optimist Society of Abbotsford held a Viking Family Fun Fair at the Museum and the grounds. It was cool to see Trethewey House, normally 1920s, be transformed back to the Viking era! The Viking group Reik Felag came and recreated a village with Norse peoples. They challenged the horse shoe club which practices just outside the museum to a old Viking game, and there was even a Scandinavian and Norse arts and craft display set up in the guest room of the house.
There’s also a bunch of fun family events coming up for the Museum! The next is Berry Beat. Us summer students are experimenting and thinking of ways to make our tent the craftiest and berriest! We’re trying out fun crafts for kids to do, and an activity, too. Berry Beat takes place July 9 and 10 downtown Abbotsford on Montrose & Essendene.
Well, that’s it for now!
Sarah
This marks my fourth-ish week working with the MSA Museum Society, and yes, I am still just as excited as when I started!
Last week the Optimist Society of Abbotsford held a Viking Family Fun Fair at the Museum and the grounds. It was cool to see Trethewey House, normally 1920s, be transformed back to the Viking era! The Viking group Reik Felag came and recreated a village with Norse peoples. They challenged the horse shoe club which practices just outside the museum to a old Viking game, and there was even a Scandinavian and Norse arts and craft display set up in the guest room of the house.
There’s also a bunch of fun family events coming up for the Museum! The next is Berry Beat. Us summer students are experimenting and thinking of ways to make our tent the craftiest and berriest! We’re trying out fun crafts for kids to do, and an activity, too. Berry Beat takes place July 9 and 10 downtown Abbotsford on Montrose & Essendene.
Well, that’s it for now!
Sarah
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Hello Again!
Hi Everyone,
My name is Pam and I am back from University, working at the MSA Museum for my second summer! I am so excited to be back and am even more excited about all the changes that have been going on at the Museum over the past eight months. Make sure you come by to look at some information about the Discovery Centre concept that is in the works at Trethewey House! My first week back, I was lucky enough to attend Arbour Day which was a lot of fun. The MSA Museum had a booth with a colouring activity for kids, birdhouse giveaways and lots of information about upcoming MSA events. My first two weeks here have definitely been fun-filled with many tours in Trethewey House, and the International Museum’s Day event we had on the 14th of May, where we had the Spinners and Weavers, a rope making station, gold mining and more!
The Educational Kit that I began working on last summer is finally finished! We have acquired tons of great props and pictures over the past few months to enlighten kids about the complex and difficult lives of some infamous Western bandits, such as Billy Miner and Jesse James. In addition, there is lots of interesting information about the police departments in the lower mainland. In this kit, kids can touch badges and epaulettes that belonged to officers in the RCMP, the Abby Police Department and the Vancouver Police Department, and see uniforms, a handcuff holder and an old hand-held radio first-hand. If you have a class studying the pioneer era, stop by to pick up the “Outlaws and Heros” kit!
Over the past few weeks, I have had the pleasure of cleaning out Granny’s Attic with my fellow summer students. It was so great to look through the hidden toys and booklets. The favourite item I came across yesterday was an old fan from Japan. Even though it was a little beat up, it had a gorgeous red pattern that I loved!
Anyways, it’s great to be back and I can’t wait to update this blog with all the daily activities going on at the Museum!
Later,
Pam
My name is Pam and I am back from University, working at the MSA Museum for my second summer! I am so excited to be back and am even more excited about all the changes that have been going on at the Museum over the past eight months. Make sure you come by to look at some information about the Discovery Centre concept that is in the works at Trethewey House! My first week back, I was lucky enough to attend Arbour Day which was a lot of fun. The MSA Museum had a booth with a colouring activity for kids, birdhouse giveaways and lots of information about upcoming MSA events. My first two weeks here have definitely been fun-filled with many tours in Trethewey House, and the International Museum’s Day event we had on the 14th of May, where we had the Spinners and Weavers, a rope making station, gold mining and more!
The Educational Kit that I began working on last summer is finally finished! We have acquired tons of great props and pictures over the past few months to enlighten kids about the complex and difficult lives of some infamous Western bandits, such as Billy Miner and Jesse James. In addition, there is lots of interesting information about the police departments in the lower mainland. In this kit, kids can touch badges and epaulettes that belonged to officers in the RCMP, the Abby Police Department and the Vancouver Police Department, and see uniforms, a handcuff holder and an old hand-held radio first-hand. If you have a class studying the pioneer era, stop by to pick up the “Outlaws and Heros” kit!
Over the past few weeks, I have had the pleasure of cleaning out Granny’s Attic with my fellow summer students. It was so great to look through the hidden toys and booklets. The favourite item I came across yesterday was an old fan from Japan. Even though it was a little beat up, it had a gorgeous red pattern that I loved!
Anyways, it’s great to be back and I can’t wait to update this blog with all the daily activities going on at the Museum!
Later,
Pam
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