Yep..she's my daughter!

Today we spent the day giving the kids a little culture. We took them to the Windsor Art Gallery, and then to the Baby House. We had talked about going to the DIA but would have needed to get there first thing in the morning to enjoy everything there, so we have put that off to maybe next weekend.

SO while at the AGW, Bug decided that she needed to record all of her favourite paintings that she saw while she was there. Munch had brought a note book as well, but his was valid. One of the exhibits was on the History of War in Windsor, and he is doing a project on Chief Tecumseh. We started on the first floor with in the gallery full of the Group of Seven. While i can appreciate most of the history associated with this group, it is not a style that i am overly fond of. Bug was drawn to one painting in particular, so out came her note book....and she copied down the name of the painting and the artist. This ritual continued through the first gallery and then it was off to the second one, which was one Bug and went to alone. Keith and Munch headed up to the second floor, not being a fan of modern art.
Bug was in heaven. The second gallery was full of lithograms and silk screenings. Bright colours and abstract ideas. When i was finally able to pull her out of there we headed up to join the boys. An hour later was we stood looking at some historical documents from the war of 1812, i felt a tug at my sleeve.

"Mommy, if you don't mind i would like to go downstairs again"
"why Bug, we have already seen all of the prints down there"
"Yes but this is Non Fiction, and i would rather be downstairs in the Fiction section"

We headed back down stairs to the world of imagination and bright colours and left the boys to look at dead people and indians.

After the gallery we headed to the Baby house and spent a bit of time looking at Windsor's history. When Munch was small Nana and i would go there all the time, at least once a month. They had a great little tea room where we would sit and have shortcake and tea..and Munch would marvel at "the old stuff".
It was neat taking him back there today, watching him view things at such a different age. He told Bug about Walkerville and one of the exhibits was on old coins...he was in his glory.

I watched my children roam around  the museum, looking at  things from the past, and found joy in their amazement when they came across an object that we have in our own home. This is part of my joy in sharing history with them.The love of where you came from and the way that something from 100 years ago can still be part of your life today.

While it may not have been the most exciting way to spend a Saturday, i think it was the best.
I got to share the day with my family, each of us finding something special about where we were.

And of course the lesson i learned from Bug.

Fictional art IS so much better than the Non Fictional stuff....SO says the BUG.

Can't wait to show her the DIA. I better bring a lot of crayons. I have a feeling she is going to be very busy.

Comments

[Creechman]

That's all too deep for me, Deanna Troy, but you know how I feel.

[Mary G]

My girls loved the AGW. What they loved even more was Fort Malden, because they got to do stuff like spin.
My art teacher aunt used to take me to the galleries in Detroit that existed in the '40's and '50's and to ballet wherever she could find it.
I had forgotten about the Baby House. I love you for reminding me. In the Heritage Village at Harrow is a two storey log house that was built by a Holden great, great great (I think!) grandfather of mine. Some cousins of my father restored it and had it moved there. I like to think it is part of history. There are also super old tractors for those who like that kind of thing.