Welcome to Museum Camp
My name is Meghan, and I’m a history fiend. There are many things I love in this world: my family, my friends, crossword puzzles, Michael Gary Scott, date nights with my husband, Agatha Christie, travelling, anything French, but history will always be close to the top of that list. I’ve been studying History at a collegiate level since 2014, and I somehow still get so excited when I start a new class.
Since I was young, I’ve been fascinated by humankind’s motivation to preserve history. Whether it’s the “panther stories” that my grandmother told me from her childhood, or the Roman museums I’ve wandered the corridors of, it’s clear that we all understand that memories are something to hold on to. We all have hobbies, interests, and stories that we feel should be passed down to the next generation, but not all of us are brave enough to spend our lives creating and sharing a museum of those things. I think that’s why I have such admiration for the people who do. They’ve decided that these interests need to be a part of history.
History means something different to everyone, and that’s due to perspective. Maybe you hated taking that World History class in high school, but perhaps you just find war to be a boring affair? That’s only a small part of history, but it seems to be the part that people write about the most. The beauty in bizarre museums is that there is something for everyone, and really that’s the beauty of history itself.
I love this intergenerational contract that humans have, in which it is agreed upon that we must take ordinary or fantastic items from everyday life, and preserve those items inside a building. These trinkets, works of art, keepsakes, etc. are put on display, as if they are inside a time capsule that never got buried. I, for one, am so happy that these above-ground time capsules exist, and am thrilled that Madison and I get to tell you all about them.