Of rings and strings and sealing wax

BooBoo began to feel better just before supper Thursday night.  So he, Ditty and I headed out to the Science Museum on Friday. 

We were just pulling out of the driveway, when I looked at the gas gauge.  “We’ll have to stop and put gas in the van”, I told the kids.  So we did that at the gas station in the little town just east of ours (cheaper gas).  Then BooBoo said he was getting hungry.  Not surprising, since he had hardly eaten anything yesterday save supper.  So I said we’d stop for lunch in a suburb farther east.  At least we were heading closer to the destination that way.

At the restaurant, BooBoo managed to spill most of his chocolate milk down his shirt and pants.  Got him another milk and asked him to please slow down and be careful.  Stopped at Target to get him a dry pair of pants.  At least the milk hadn’t soaked through anything else.  By the time we left the parking lot, I was seriously wondering if we were even meant to go to the museum without their dad.  Fate was certainly handing us a lot of bumps in the road, so to speak.

We finally arrived at 12:50pm and found an enormous line waiting to get in.  The line did move fairly quickly and when we finally stepped up to the counter to buy the tickets for the Titanic exhibit, we were actually able to get the three of us into the exhibit at 1:15pm, just 20 minutes from the time we bought the tickets.  Timed entry is nice but can be tricky in a crowd.  I thought we wouldn’t be able to see the exhibit until 5:30 or 6pm with that many people in line.  So off we went to spend a little time on the same floor as the exhibit.  Luckily, the kids like the body works exhibit.  The museum had changed it up a bit so the kids were once again, enthralled and were a bit bummed when I said it was time to go see Titanic.  We were each given a “boarding pass” with the name of a passenger who was actually on the Titanic and were told that we would see a wall at the end of the exhibit and could check that to see if our person survived the disaster or lost their life at sea.

The exhibit was very good.  It took us two hours to get through the whole thing, so I wouldn’t recommend it for people with small children.  Even BooBoo complained that he was getting bored.   The kids did enjoy touching the “iceberg”.  Yes, they really had frozen water in the general shape of an iceberg, along with an explanation that salt water freezes at a lower temperature than fresh water so the ‘bergs in the ocean are actually colder than the one we touched.  They also had a wireless telegraph, a sheet of Morse code and some “messages” you could practice “sending”.  The kids didn’t want to do that though.  The costumed interpreters were quite good.  The man in the engine room told us that the engine room was really supposed to be off limits to passengers but if we insisted on taking the whole tour of the ship, we should “mind the furnaces” as they are quite hot and only ask him questions as these other guys (four pictures of some of Titanic’s engine crew) were busy working and they won’t like being bothered.  A stewardess (yes, the men working on the ship are stewards so the women are stewardesses) in the room with the real size outline of a life boat, talked about seeing the ship go down and trying to get others that were in the water into the boat and other experiences of the survivors.  Very moving. 

When we got to the end, Ditty and I found out that our characters, traveling in second class both survived (as both were women, I was fairly certain that they would), BooBoo’s on the other hand, being both a male and a traveler in third class did not. 

All in all, 705 people survived the wreck, 1523 did not.  Here’s to the memory of those who did not.

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