The Adirondack Museum
Today I relived a little childhood. I took my daughter, son and his wife and 4 grandchildren to the Adirondack Museum. It did rain off and on, but isn’t that what vacation and “roughing it” are all about. (I know my daughter Amy talks about glamping, but I have not wrapped my brain around the whole concept. On the other hand I am not looking for a new book on going to the bathroom in the wilderness!)
It was a great trip. Lots to see. Boats, trains, cars and horses.
I do wonder about children who move “so fast” towards “next” that they never settle at “now”. I instituted a little game of “read the signs”. Why? Because apparently TV, video games and summer vacation have reduced their ability to focus. “Read the sign! You won’t have to ask.”
There was so much to see. The Adirondacks is home to so many amazing things. And being a history buff, I am all over it. (So much of my vacation is creating memories, revisiting history and establishing legacy.)
One of the recent additions is a kid’s room with things like a bobsled the children can take a seat in. It has a lot of hands on, interactive displays and exhibits for kids to play with. The parents were infatuated with it.
The feeding of the trout was a big hit. That was new to the museum since the last time I had visited.
One of my memorable places is the school house. How refreshing is it to walk into a place that has “real” math (no new, newer or Common Core!), cursive instruction on the wall and a “feel good” atmosphere.
One of my favorites was how involved the kids were with the wash cycle. Prime the pump, pump the water, fill the buckets,agitate them, scrub board, wronger and hang them up. Wow! I can not even get them to pick up clothes on a visit!
I do love the private train car. I love the sailing and boating exhibits. I love looking out over the waters of Blue Mountain Lake.
In a day and age when so many spend the entrance fee equivalent on bad food and drink, it is easy to justify spending the money for a moment in the lives of young children.
The building of memories will never become obsolete.
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