Never be afraid to get dirty, but be sufficiently sure-footed to avoid the abyss of contamination.

The Gift

The Revolving Museum has moved to a new location, and when we drive there, we learn that it has yet to open in its new location.

“Why did they move the museeeeeeum?” she asks me.

“I don’t know,” I say before offering up some theories.

“But but but but but… why did they move the museeeeeum?” she repeats.

This game goes on for a while before Diane, the person in charge at the new place, offers us some helpful suggestions in Lowell. We head into the downtown area, which turns out to a National Historical Park. The Visitors Center contains a Children’s Corner, where the little one learns about gears and looms, or at least the best that a soon-to-be-three-year-old can.

We play on the model of the trolley at the front of the Visitors Center, with my niece at the helm, taking us to New Jersey, Massachusetts, and The Hotel. We then head out to see the restored train engine and cars (the “car train”, as she calls it) before moving on to find a place to grab lunch. Her parents have packed her PB&J, and she finishes eventually minus the crusts.

We head back to the car train– err, train car– hopping from cement square to square, before heading into a quilt museum with a model train exhibit. This keeps her enthralled for a while and includes several cases of mistaken identity: “Is Daddy taking you to see the train?” “Yeah!” Her father will be in for a treat!

As the day ends and we head back, she says, “Today was a lot of fun!” For me, as well.

Gift complete.


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