We spent an afternoon at the Museum of Natural History. What an incredible place. The museum had such a charm to it, partly due to the old school dioramas, large and small, and due to the amazing complexities and details in God's creation. Theodore Roosevelt's father was one of the founders of the museum and Roosevelt himself was a dedicated naturalist. "There are no words that can tell the hidden spirit of the wilderness, that can reveal its mystery, its melancholy and its charm," said Theodore. As I was walking around, I daydreamed of being in the museum all alone and playing explorer..
On my list of books to read is Mornings on Horseback by David McCullough about Theodore Roosevelt's childhood and family.
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