One afternoon when I was four years-old, my mother settled me in the overstuffed living room chair. “Now sit quietly. Think of your toy boat on the water. Or the clock over there. Just let yourself become still.” I concentrated on the mantel clock with its slow, repetitive sound, as though it said tick-clock, and then clock,…
One summer evening when I was five, I went to my room. The window was open. The air was still, and there was the occasional yellow smudge of a lightning bug in the darkness, out there in the yard. Occasionally, a small beetle would fly into the window screen with a plunk. The light was…
I was assigned to our Discovery Gallery for a few hours yesterday and thoroughly enjoyed interacting with our guests about the 26-foot long, 56-thousand-piece Lego ship. Built by Brynjar Karl, an autistic ten-year-old from Iceland, the ship is an inspiring tribute to human achievement. I was surprised with how open our young guests…
Dressed as First Class passenger Col. Archibald Gracie, I awaited the frisky group at the Map, which is the first gallery in our world-class museum. And yes, frisky is the word. There were two children skipping, pirouetting, humming what sounded like the theme from Walt Disney’s Frozen. There was a dark-haired little girl of maybe…
Titanic Museum Attraction guests and I often reach out together through imagination. For a few moments we linger at the port in Southampton, England, pretending that we are Titanic’s first passengers waiting for the great ship to appear. There is a ripple in the crowd as the first among us catch a glimpse of the…
[et_pb_section admin_label=”section”] [et_pb_row admin_label=”row”] [et_pb_column type=”4_4″][et_pb_text admin_label=”Text”] As I experience the full range of Titanic Museum Attraction, which for me includes the guests, the people, the human beings of our day, I cannot help myself. I return to the idea that we have much in common with all those humans who have lived before us…