
This is the old Smithsonian where I spent untold hours wandering and wondering as a child in the fifties. With the dim lighting, brief simple typed labels, and best of all, no "docents"...errr that would be guides, we were free to politely wander as we would. Suits of armor, swords, pikes, halbards, matchlocks, wheel locks, ornate bejeweled weapons of royalty, intricate iron machinery, airplanes, tiller steered autos, tanks, artillery, all the wonders of the world ours for a few hours. Life was good then.
Now that space probably has less than 5% of the exhibits, overwhelmed with pc graphics and text walls. Multimedia, short attention span theater.
I believe you it was different then ... We will know when we get there ...
Interesting pic.
Last time I visited (2009) I noticed there were legions of disinterested, obese, African American employees.
I understand.
Times change.
There was a Bugs Bunny cartoon that began with text on the screen. The text read, “The Klondike, where men are men and women are women. (A darn good arrangement.)”
Today that cartoon would be banned. If you wanted to show it you would have to have “trigger warnings.”
Of course, the whole Bugs Bunny thing would probably give otherkin the willies. And then there’s that “relationship” between Bugs and Elmer. With Elmer’s pronunciation of his ‘r’s you just KNOW he was some kind of alternative something.
And don’t get me started on the duck!
Sphshphshphuffering Sphshphshphuccotash! How did we ever survive those years???