#NaBloPoMo Day 21, #Hawaii Trip, Cee’s Oddball Challenge Week 47
For those of you like me who loved this song when we were young, we know it hasn’t worked. And maybe that’s good. What if we saved so much time that we never met the new friends that come along our paths later in life?
Sometimes we would like to poke the bad times into a bottle, and save them to turn them into good times.
For someone this place represents a very bad time, but for us it was a chance to view the beauty of time and honor and respect those who passed here before us even though we never met them. So who are we to even judge what the bad times are?
We saw the beautiful church where they worshipped. We might say it has withstood the tests of time, but the building lives, too. The stones and mortar age slower than the hands that placed each rock carefully on the next one, but time has marked it.
Some of the beautiful pictures from our time at the little church in Wailea, Maui age even faster than we do. Many would say they are the most beautiful of all.
If I could save time in a bottle, this would have been one of the moments I would have saved to replay over and over.
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When I was a kid, it seemed like museums stored old stuff that only grandparents recognized. Now museums come in all shapes and sizes in every community. Representing agricultural Tulare County a gigantic steel barn in Mooney Park houses everything from large equipment to a farm worker’s cabin from Linnell Camp. Of all the museums I’ve dragged Vince to see, Bishop Museum was his favorite – ever.
What made Vince choose Bishop Museum as the best of the world?
The layout of the grounds and the architectural structures took our breath away. It didn’t hurt that they were in Oahu.
Lots of exhibits alone don’t make the museum enjoyable, but a museum needs many exhibits, and some changes so that local folks don’t get bored.
The exhibits grabbed you and pulled you in. The more you looked, and read, the harder it got to move on.
Variety of exhibits gives each person in the family something to remember. I apologize for the blurriness of some of the photos, but I still wanted to share them. Believe it or not my astigmatism has been mostly corrected. 🙂
You knew you couldn’t see it all in one visit, and maybe ever.
At the end of the visit, you needed a nap to rest your eyes and brain.
The Bishop Museum had so many more excellent qualities, you would need a break after reading this if I listed them. What is your favorite museum ever, and why?
Here comes one now.
“They’re right here, Mom. See them swimming. And here we are.”
“Unfortunately, Manny you’re just looking at the sign. You have to look at the ocean to see them.”
“Mom, do you think I need glasses? I can’t see the ocean.”
Do you ever feel like Manny feels. The answer must be somewhere nearby, but you just can’t see it? Tell him about it. It will make him feel better.
The air dripped that day, but not with rain. The sun burned it into sweat, dripping into my pores. Manny seemed cool as a cucumber and was his rambunctious fuzzy self.
The palm frond tickled as he slid down its ridged surface.
He couldn’t even look up, he slid so fast. Must have been the G force! 🙂
No sooner had he slid to the ground, than he found a rock to climb. I was afraid he might get dirty since the palm did have sap on it. As it turned out, I was the only one that got sapped. It took all my energy to play that day! 🙂 Mostly I just watched at he frolicked.
He was tired by the time he made it to the top. (Thank goodness!)
He posed with the women who sold us our $35 walking tour tickets. Then he told me he wanted to go back to the car and sleep. That sticky stuff must have been honey, and he ate TOO much!
The two ladies weren’t too sure about getting their pictures taken with Manny, but I convinced them it was a good thing. Manny wasn’t so sure it was.
I walked him back to the car, and by the time I got back it was time to get on the air-conditioned bus for the mile drive down to the garden floor. Air-conditioning never felt so good. The trade winds have changed directions, according to the news, and left Kauai in a world of muggy air, bugs, and less rain.
Manny had a nice rest in the car. Cindy, Vince, and I enjoyed Driver Bob’s narration for one mile, then we were off to see the garden.
We watched the building dedication ceremony, walked back, and made it back in an hour – just in time to get picked up to catch the bus back up the hill.
Hope you enjoyed Manny’s and my adventures. He will be back next Thursday! 🙂