National Geographic Society
Mar 29, 2014 3:47:12 GMT
Post by htmb on Mar 29, 2014 3:47:12 GMT
When I was a child we lived a block away from my maternal grandparents and my mother took me to visit on a regular basis. My grandfather was in good health until well into his mid-nineties, but though my grandmother's mind was sharp, her body deteriorated fairly rapidly due to two broken hip incidents and horrible arthritis. My grandparent's home was not suited for children and there wasn't much to do, but my mother always took me, and not my brother, because I would absorb myself with finding the perfect book in their library.
Books were very important to my grandparents and my favorite room in their house was lined with built-in, floor to ceiling shelves. Both grandparents spent a lot of time reading in their library, and it eventually became my grandmother's bedroom once she could no longer climb the stairs to the second floor. At 89, my grandmother died in that room.
But, backing up several years, some of my earliest memories are going into the library, picking out a book, and reading quietly until it was time to go home. A couple of hours always seemed to fly by during those visits. My grandfather had a set of encylopedias from the 1920's that I absolutely loved and spent many hours reading the articles and looking up items and events to see that yes, indeed, they weren't included in the books. The U.S Civil War and the Great War were there, but nothing about World War II. Scotch tape wasn't listed under any form of name. It hadn't been invented!
Though I spent many hours with those Comptens, even better were the countless volumes of National Geographic. They filled a good part of one wall and each article further opened I world of possibilities.
So, when I found myself spending time in the neighborhood of the National Geographic Society offices in Washington, DC, I decided I really should visit their museum. Though it's very small and a bit overpriced, the museum was interesting and I was glad I made an effort to visit.
I had forgotten the covers didn't used to have photos until I saw this first display. These panels are pictures of the magazines on back-lit glass.
Books were very important to my grandparents and my favorite room in their house was lined with built-in, floor to ceiling shelves. Both grandparents spent a lot of time reading in their library, and it eventually became my grandmother's bedroom once she could no longer climb the stairs to the second floor. At 89, my grandmother died in that room.
But, backing up several years, some of my earliest memories are going into the library, picking out a book, and reading quietly until it was time to go home. A couple of hours always seemed to fly by during those visits. My grandfather had a set of encylopedias from the 1920's that I absolutely loved and spent many hours reading the articles and looking up items and events to see that yes, indeed, they weren't included in the books. The U.S Civil War and the Great War were there, but nothing about World War II. Scotch tape wasn't listed under any form of name. It hadn't been invented!
Though I spent many hours with those Comptens, even better were the countless volumes of National Geographic. They filled a good part of one wall and each article further opened I world of possibilities.
So, when I found myself spending time in the neighborhood of the National Geographic Society offices in Washington, DC, I decided I really should visit their museum. Though it's very small and a bit overpriced, the museum was interesting and I was glad I made an effort to visit.
I had forgotten the covers didn't used to have photos until I saw this first display. These panels are pictures of the magazines on back-lit glass.