Personal Narrative: My Visit To The New Haven Historical Museum

I knew that my hometown of Blairsville, Pennsylvania was a rich historical place before my research. I turned to visiting the historical society in my town for my information, there I was given a tour of a historical house where all of the artifacts had been donated. After looking into the history and the other elements of the town, I found out that the place where I grew up was so much more history than I could have ever imagined.

Even though I’ve eaten lobster rolls, sported L.L. Bean jackets, and cruised lighthouse-studded coastlines, I am anything but a New-Englander. Though this has been by 4th year in Massachusetts, I still feel like I’m still the new kid on the block, the midwestern girl who’s naive to the traditions and expectations of New England. But, I am comfortable here, a result of many challenges I had to face over the time I spent in Massachusetts. These challenges did not arise when I first moved out—I was very unhappy the first and second year—it was during Sophomore year, when I started to adapt and be happy, did challenges from home spring forth on me. These challenges were from the people that I had left, family, friends, and others who felt that

Interestingly, my first visit to the Museum was almost accidental. When I was a freshman, my mother was taking an art class at the College of Staten Island which required a class trip to the Metropolitan Museum, and my brother and I both agreed to accompany her. I will never forget the moment that I first laid eyes on the Metropolitan Museum. Although it was a dark, cold winter night, the shimmering lights made the building most inviting. As we crossed the threshold, I was struck by

First of all, I observed a rich cultural museum that has gained national acclaim as a model urban

Still today the museum reminds us about the struggle of civil rights and education. The museum is a beautiful building that truly helps show the story. There are different items you can touch, sound effects, interviews of students who protested, actual desks and a fire that’s warm. In the beginning of the tour you sit in a room that is meant to portray the auditorium and make you feel like you are actually there on April 23rd 1951, where Barbara Johns gathered the school to discuss going on strike. This scene was created perfectly, it showed the paint coloring, forty-eight stars on the flag, different colored chairs, and cracks on the walls. All of these aspects help set the mood and feel to help the everyday people try to understand and relate to this important moment in history that happened right here in Farmville, Virginia. There is so much history here which is why I think it is so important and why this certain historic moment has such a big impact on our town. This event led to many different cases that helped create equal education for all schools in the nation. I was grateful for this experience and going to go and visit the museum and learn more history about Farmville. I also find it truly amazing that during this time there was so much racism, and segregation, and unequal rights, and now almost eighty years later we go to a university with so many different races, ethnicities, and background. I do agree that there is still predigest people and discrimination, but we have to admit that we have gotten a lot better. I do think that a protest like this could still happen in today’s time. There are still protest today about discrimination involving law enforcement and everyone has their own view on the situations that occur. The protest and strikes will always happen, I just hope in the next twenty years at most we can move on from this idea of discriminating each other and truly

The museum representatives were very nice and helpful. Entering the Charles H. Wright museum, my fiance and I were stopped by a cameraman who worked at the museum. The cameraman was very welcoming, encouraging, and persistent. Entering the D.I.A, the representatives at the desk were very respectful and understanding. Admission was free to the D.I.A for all Wayne County residents; however; I forgot my state I.D at home and the lady was kind enough to accept an old check stub as proof that I resided in Wayne County. Both museums were very clean and quiet, with the exception of the kids who were enjoying the moment. Comparing the two, my most favorite exhibit would have had to be the slave ship I mentioned at the Charles H. Wright museum. The slave ship is more than an exhibit, it’s like two minutes in a slave’s shoes. Walking through the dark ship, I could slightly imagine and empathize the life of slaves on that ship. My least favorite thing was a picture that I’ve attached to the essay. The picture is of a black slave beating another slave while the Master’s watched. Though the image may represent the truth, I’m not a big fan of ugly truths - especially when they don’t compare to the bigger

I wanted to hear more about the story of the family, Judge, and Mrs. E. B. Crocker and how and why they were so generous with their artwork. We first started in the new part of the house, where the modern art is displayed, and then we proceeded to go to the older part, which is inside two old houses, so I loved seeing all the old architecture and walking through all the rooms imagine what it was like when people lived there. My favorite part of this whole visit was when, I was trying to find out how the museum acquired all this artwork and

I could not believe how detailed a person could make a mural like that out of a tree. It was truly amazing. I can not imagine the time and dedication that person put into it. I am sure they are proud of where it is being displayed.

The museums in Lowell will transport one back to the time when the city gave birth to America’s Industrial Age. From witnessing the lives of the Lowell Mill Girls who tirelessly worked in the famous Lowell mills to tracing history using quilts as a guide, Lowell’s art galleries and museums are packed with history. In addition, Lowell annual events celebrate the city’s rich cultural diversity.

I am on the ship to the Connecticut Colony, Wethersfield. After days at sea and being seasick, I was eager to see land. I hear someone whisper behind me “There is Connecticut Colony.” I looked around and to my surprise; it was Nathaniel Eaton, a small boy who had barely spoken to me. I didn’t think he noticed me, but obviously I was wrong. Nathaniel is the captain’s son. His mother calls him Nat. Our first stop was Saybrook. I watched as people got off the ship and decided to do a bit of wandering. I stayed close to hear the call for boarding. After a short break we set out again for Wethersfield, my final destination. I felt restless, but excited to meet my Aunt Rachel for the first time. Our letters kept us connected, but seeing her face to face and meeting my family made me happy.

I woke up early morning with intentions to catch the train to go to Chicago with my friends. I was filled with partial excitement because we weren’t going to Chicago to visit North Ave or Magnificent Mile, but instead our plans were to visit the Chicago Historical Society. In complete honesty, I felt as though this visit would be a waste of time and money and I wanted to do almost anything but get started on my summer work. So when my friends and I walked in, I looked around with skepticism and a huge groan. However, soon enough my friends and I were going from exhibit to exhibit, reading about the past history and actually enjoying ourselves. I never knew that Chicago held so much history within its streets and buildings, and it was a pleasant surprise that Chicago has much more to it than just towering skyscrapers.

Early Saturday morning, I attended the Historic Brownsville Museum. I remembered visiting before to utilize the restroom since it was the only building close to the cemetery where I was volunteering. The restrooms were awesome because of their antiquity therefore I attended one more time for this project. As I entered for the second time, I saw shelves of merchandise or souvenirs from the museum. The lady up front charged my friend and I two dollars and gave us directions of the different halls and what types of exhibits we would encounter. We then proceeded to the first exhibits on the right of the entrance. I was ready for this adventure!

I learned a lot from this trip. It was an unforgettable moment. I loved that Mr. Bierly presented all the pieces then for a person who was the first time visited a museum, I felt that was the best and even for others then already had been in one .I am very sure, it was better and more instructive. I liked that we could have our time to explore more pieces then tried to apply what Mr. Bierly taught in class. One thing that I experienced in the trip, while he was explaining each pieces of art, I was able to understand then apply my knowledge on it. I really enjoyed time in the

My family and I we’re going to Wildwood,NJ. All of a sudden our car started to go up to the sky.Then the car stopped in mid-air. And we thought that the car will fall down and it didn’t.So we thought that we are stuck then my mom hit the gas pedal and it was going forward so we all said that is was flying.

The lyricists here are talking about connecting with home. In order to connect with home, you have to find it. And I have found a home in the City of Hamilton. Although I wasn’t born in Hamilton like many of my peers, I have established ties and relationships with the City and her citizens. For this reason, I would like to be the Mayor of the City of Hamilton for Civic Day.