Two weeks ago today, I took Jedd and Emma to the Holocaust Museum in D.C..
I couldn't blog about it then; it was and remains an experience that there simply are no adjectives available in my limited vocabulary to describe our time there. We came out of the building and every once in a while one of the kids would say something to the effect of, "thanks Mom, that was fun." And we'd all kind of go, "uuh, no...wrong word. Not fun. "
Let me put it this way. When we take Jedd to a museum, be it Natural History, Air and Space, whatever, he's good for an hour ,maybe an hour and a half, before the complaints start flying off his tongue. "I'm hungry, my legs hurt, I'm tired, let's go home now....." You get the picture.
We went into the holocaust Museum at 11:30a.m. At 3 p.m., in front one of the last exhibits my stomach gave out a monstrous growl demanding food. Jedd had just started to complain. We'd been there for 3 1/2 hours! We were reading everything on the walls and exhibits. It was so very quiet in there. It was a good day with my children.
We made it into the book store and loaded up on more reading materials. I was just grabbing books and filling my arms. Since the museum is part of the Smithsonian there is no entry fee. I wanted to do my part to support it, so did so by supporting the bookshop. When we got home and Annie and Emma were actually looking through my hurried selections (hurried because we all needed to eat immediately), they laughed because we already owned several of them. The covers had changed so I didn't recognize them.
It did stump me a bit in there (the shop)though, it was actually a small gift shop. Who really wants a key chain or shotglass with the Holocaust Museum on it? Really, who? I'd not want to receive a postcard from there. Or how about a t-shirt? "My grandma went to the Holocaust Museum and all I got was this lousy t-shirt!" No thanks.
The Lord is great and worthy of our praise; no one can understand how great He is. Psalm 145:3
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About Me
- kibbe
- I'm a 46 year old mother who homeschools one, watches another homeschool herself and sends a third off to the dear little school on the other side of town. I'm a mom trying to come to terms that two of my offspring will be leaving this home and heading out sooner than I can grasp in my heart. I'm a mom who is trying to transition to that fact by slowly letting out the apron strings that bind them to me.
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Interestingly enough, I have just started a book called the Sunflower, that Greg recommended. He had to read it in PSYCH. last year.(And they got extra credit for going to the Holocaust museum). It is about a Jewish prisoner who has been asked by a dying SS soldier for forgiveness for his heinous crimes he had committed against other Jews. I'm interested in how this will play out since I've read Corrie Ten Boom's The Hiding Place several times.
Ukraine suffered through that time period in horrific ways as well. I'm trying to remember how many Jews were murdered in just one day, and then pushed into a ravine. A monument there, now...
Oh, the evil we are capable of...
I've been to the Holocaust Memorial as well, and you're exactly right about how the time flies! Such a poignantly done exhibit. If the younger generations are going to learn about history, it's up to us, their parents, to ensure they're exposed to it and really understand just what they're seeing. I clearly remember the smell in the room with all the shoes...
I've only been in the childrens section. I thought it was increibly well done. There is so much to do in DC. You think since I lived ten minutes away I'd go more often. heh. Someday maybe. My goal is to see the Cherry Blossoms one of these years.
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