GoinBackToCali
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My husband and I went to the Titanic Artifact Exhibit in Lake Charles, Louisiana today.
I, like prolly the rest of the world, saw the 1997 James Cameron Blockbuster Titanic, and as I drove the 45 minutes to get there, I hummed the Celine Dion tune, much to my husbands chagrin.
I think I pretty much know all there is to know about the Titanic. It has been discussed to death. History Channel and Discovery Channel specials galore. This was different. It is so much different to see actual items pulled from the ocean floor, that the last time they were seen was on that fateful night when so many lost their lives.
I have been to the Great Wall of China. It has a very somber eerie energy. Like you can feel the sadness. I was pretty ok throughout the exhibit, until I got to a section where they had an actual portion of a heavily engraved wooden chair, the top rail, with the metal tag with the numeral 191 rusted onto it. It wasn't anymore significant than the rest of the artifacts, but at that moment, an overwhelming rush of sadness to the point I wanted to cry swept over me. I think the sights, coupled with the detailed stories laid before me of the depths of human greed and *save your own tail*, made the Titanic disaster much more tangible than just watching it on a documentary on TV.
The great love of my life, SHOCK...not my husband... (who at this moment, I wish would drop dead) was from Halifax, Nova Scotia. If you don't know the significance of that, that's where they buried the unclaimed bodies of the Titanic disaster in 3 of the Halifax cemeteries. Being weird like I am, one year when Goober brought me home to meet the family, I wanted to see the cemeteries. Same energy as the Great Wall... naturally. At the exhibit, I saw pictures of people and families, with biographies of people that had never been mentioned in all the documentaries. In retrospect, all of those people, those faces, and then remembering all the unnamed people laying in Halifax, brought the sheer scope of the whole disaster into so much deeper perspective that I think that is what actually brought me nearly to tears.
At the beginning of the exhibit you are given a boarding pass for an actual passenger. At the end, you check and see if you survived. I lived. My husband did not. I think fate may be telling him something... HA!
What does this actually have to do with rabbits? Nothing.. but it was interesting, and this is the *Let Your Hare Down* section...
If you ever get the chance to visit the Exhibit... do so...
http://www.titanic-online.com/
Zin
I, like prolly the rest of the world, saw the 1997 James Cameron Blockbuster Titanic, and as I drove the 45 minutes to get there, I hummed the Celine Dion tune, much to my husbands chagrin.
I think I pretty much know all there is to know about the Titanic. It has been discussed to death. History Channel and Discovery Channel specials galore. This was different. It is so much different to see actual items pulled from the ocean floor, that the last time they were seen was on that fateful night when so many lost their lives.
I have been to the Great Wall of China. It has a very somber eerie energy. Like you can feel the sadness. I was pretty ok throughout the exhibit, until I got to a section where they had an actual portion of a heavily engraved wooden chair, the top rail, with the metal tag with the numeral 191 rusted onto it. It wasn't anymore significant than the rest of the artifacts, but at that moment, an overwhelming rush of sadness to the point I wanted to cry swept over me. I think the sights, coupled with the detailed stories laid before me of the depths of human greed and *save your own tail*, made the Titanic disaster much more tangible than just watching it on a documentary on TV.
The great love of my life, SHOCK...not my husband... (who at this moment, I wish would drop dead) was from Halifax, Nova Scotia. If you don't know the significance of that, that's where they buried the unclaimed bodies of the Titanic disaster in 3 of the Halifax cemeteries. Being weird like I am, one year when Goober brought me home to meet the family, I wanted to see the cemeteries. Same energy as the Great Wall... naturally. At the exhibit, I saw pictures of people and families, with biographies of people that had never been mentioned in all the documentaries. In retrospect, all of those people, those faces, and then remembering all the unnamed people laying in Halifax, brought the sheer scope of the whole disaster into so much deeper perspective that I think that is what actually brought me nearly to tears.
At the beginning of the exhibit you are given a boarding pass for an actual passenger. At the end, you check and see if you survived. I lived. My husband did not. I think fate may be telling him something... HA!
What does this actually have to do with rabbits? Nothing.. but it was interesting, and this is the *Let Your Hare Down* section...
If you ever get the chance to visit the Exhibit... do so...
http://www.titanic-online.com/
Zin
