Memorial Hall

Memorial Hall When walking through Boston's renowned Harvard Yard, one may scope out the mixture of architecture throughout its landscape. From the traditional Memorial Hall influenced by Romanesque churches, to the Carpenter Center for the Visual Arts, Harvard Yard is like a salad bowl of architecture. Perhaps because I am a lover of Victorian style structures, or maybe because of its interior's beauty and richness, Memorial Hall intrigued my interest most of all. Memorial Hall, which was

The Federal Hall National Memorial is a national memorial located on 26 Wall Street, Manhattan, New York City. It was first built in the year 1700 to serve as a colonial City Hall established by the British. After the Revolutionary War, it was changed to become the first capitol building of the United States and was named Federal Hall. Federal Hall is no longer a capitol building because the capitol building of the United States was moved to Philadelphia. Important events have taken place in Federal

berating I enjoy for not “Feeling the Bern.” Being a rural, conservative Floridian, I starve for a safe space from New England’s luxuries. Luckily, at 34 Lynwood Place lay a feast for my soul: the Conservative Party’s William F. Buckley Jr. Memorial Debate Hall. The Hall was constructed through speed dating. In the environment of a dilapidated, mold-ridden meeting house, we pandered to egos with a thousand “Hello!”s and “Would you like to donate?”s. iPhones screeched with disconnect tones. Our phonebank

The legacy that I want to leave behind is in the game of basketball. I want to be remembered as an NBA legend (or the G.O.A.T.), and my ultimate goal is to be inducted to the Naismith Memorial Basketball Hall of Fame. The lives that I will have touched will be the lives of young basketball players all over the world. I hope to donate to charities and make my own summer basketball training camp. The charities will help build schools and basketball courts in poor countries, so that families who have

is the only one who can listen to my view and give me advice sincerely, until I visited the Nanjing Massacre Memorial Hall with him, I found that we consider our history in two completely different ways. The Memorial Hall is far away from the hotel we stayed, it took us approximately forty minutes to get there. However, this is worth it. I like history, and the visiting of Memorial Hall is one of the most important reason of why I want to spend the great summer holiday in this unfamiliar city. Surprisingly

Memorialization As an American, who happens to be half Mexican, memorials are seen differently by many different people; their lust for recognition, or their respect to either a nation’s greatness; or to the protectors of that nation, are a couple central values. However, when creating monuments to memorialize either party, designers must consider many aspects. Such as: what is the purpose of the monument? What does it symbolise and mean? What are the costs, money wise, but also physically? What

such as Marcela Arguelles Lawler, Fafi Melguizo, and Ariana Lash. The paintings vary from abstracts, landscapes, and portraits. The hall in which the gallery serves usually as a showcase on average days. However, for special occasions, the hall can then be used as an event center. Through its selection of paintings and natural light from its immense windows, the hall maintains a sense of class. The Historic Brownsville Museum offered not only factual information about the past but a visual

In 1937 Japan committed one of the bloodiest battles in history. A three month process had overtaken both Shanghai and Nanking. Months prior to the actual massacre, Japan sent over 100 air raids into both Nanking and Shanghai to kill endless civilians before they had even arrived. This helped sweep out the land to create less survivors. Japan rounded up thousands of Chinese men, women, and children only to slaughter them mercilessly. Women in China would shave their heads to look like the men and

habitual movements seemed like those of a robot, an automaton with no sense of its surroundings. When I slammed my locker, it produced a forceful, clanky sound as it permeated across the hall of Moore High School. In the hallway, creamy-colored tiles outstretched the floors; navy blue lockers lined up the hall. To my left, I saw a pale yellow

nothing. A few minutes I walked by a room where there was a dead man on the floor, someone in a partially opened elevator, and a bloody prisoner looking guy. “Camera man!” The bloody prisoner growled as he began walking my way. I turned and ran down the hall. As I did I heard this loud screech coming from the room where the man had killed that scientist. I would have worried about it, but a crazy murderer was probably chasing me. I looked for somewhere to hide, but I didn't find anything besides a locker