Hello, everyone. Benny here. Similar to my previous monthly posts, I'll be going over my initial thoughts and observations from whatever specific events(s) I came across. This month's post is pretty much about a question that I usually ask people to define. Once again, if you want a more descriptive paragraph about my mentorship duties, please refer to my Mentorship Log. Other than that, let's get started.
The idea of the museum is often associated with a physical place that echoes of the memories behind it, but what if that museum is not a physical place, but a person. A couple of days ago, the idea of the museum was challenged when we had three guest speakers at Planes of Fame during living history month in honor of Women’s History Month. Mary, one of our volunteers at the gift shop, who talked about how she built airplanes in England during the Blitz. Elinor Otto a “Rossie the riveter” who worked at Boeing for 49.5 years and was forced to retire from Boeing a couple months ago at age 95. Iris Cummings Critchell, one of the members of the original 99 club, an Olympic swimmer at the 1936 Summer Olympic Games, and a civilian ferry pilot for the Army Air Corps.
All three of them spoke about their lives with such detail that shocked me when compared to the various male speakers who were much younger in comparison. After the talk, I was able to talk to Iris, about her experiences. I was previously told that she competed in the 1936 Summer Olympic Games in Berlin, Nazi Germany. When analyzed from the present, the 1936 Summer Olympics is known primarily for two things Jesse Owens and Nazis, along with various other famous Olympic events. During the Q&A after the talk, I noticed that the audience would ask Iris if she witnessed famous Olympic events, which greatly annoyed her as the audience forget the fact that:
A: SHE COMPETED IN THE OLYMPICS!!! WHY ARE YOU ASKING HER ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE!!! ASK ME!!!
B: Some of these events were impossible for her to have witnessed given the situation she was in.
Rather than do what the audience did, I just asked her what it was like to compete in the Olympics. When I asked her that her response was completely different from when she talked to the audience. Her mood changed rapidly, reminiscing about all the great moments he she had with her fellow Americans and female athletes from other nations, talking about how her father worked on the 1896 reincarnation of the Olympic Games and how that, along with seeing the 1932 Summer Olympic Games in Los Angeles inspired her to train for the Olympics, entering the stadium and seeing the thousands amongst the crowd. She had a sparkle in her eye, a different one from the one during the talk. Her eyes looked like she was once again taking part in an event that happened decades ago right in the present and telling me what she sees through those eyes. When I look back, I think about how not even a physical museum can house the various life experiences she had. And when I consider the experience I had with her and the many others I had with other people, maybe a museum is not just a physical place, but a mental one as well. Though I may not have access to her museum, I at least took away with me a part of it.
Well that’s the end of my blog here. Enjoy my little reflection and enjoy the rest of Women’s History Month. Until next time, take care everyone.
- See You Space Cowboy...
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Mary |
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Elinor Otto |
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Iris Cummings Critchell |