04 September 2021

Memory Is Associative

Reading the King Tut book reminds me WHY my mom scored those tickets.

The news was all full of the exhibition, and my teachers are all talking about it.

2nd grade teachers.

I found out, at the local library, that there was going to be a speaker talking about the tomb and the archaeological find.

Mom dropped me off at the unheard of hour of 6pm and picked me up at 10pm.

The speaker was kind of astonished to have a 2nd grader asking pointed, informed, questions about it, but loved that I was utterly fearless about asking about things I didn't know.

There is, after all, only one cure for ignorance.

I had a great time!

I should probably gotten a history degree, but shiny numbers and engineering stole my heart!

Posted by Angus McThag at 02:45
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3 comments:

  1. Bigus Macus04 September, 2021 04:14

    When my father was stationed in Germany we took a trip to London (early 70's). The first King Tut exhibit was at the British Museum and I was able to see him there. That along with all the fantastic Egyptian displays that the British museum had.

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  2. SofwareJanitor04 September, 2021 14:40

    Didn't Gerb have a history degree?

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    1. Angus McThag04 September, 2021 18:52

      You'd have to ask Ravenclaw Eric about that. I don't recall Gerb being more than a student.

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