where I volunteer is a bijou affair. Small, yet perfectly formed, it houses a 'slice of life' historical view, as well as a few 'important' and 'museum-y' type exhibits. I love the school room and kitchen paraphernalia; things my aunts used to own. The rules for teachers are hilarious too - here's a couple:
You are not to loiter downtown in ice cream parlours.
You are not to marry during your tenure.
You must always wear at least two petticoats.
A couple of young women visited one day, and didn't even know what petticoats were! How times have changed. The building that houses our museum used to be the old Post Office; a school group that visited couldn't get used to the idea that people had to book an appointment with the Postmaster or Postmistress to make a phone call, let alone telegrams being the speediest form of communication. It's a wonderful reminder for me to take the time and slow down; enjoy the journey, not the destination. We all know where we end up :)
Amazing
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