It’s almost the end of April and I haven’t shared a Museum story all month. It’s been a busy month, I can tell you that people all over the world take a holiday around Easter. I’m still wearing my winter clothes, but most of the tourists are in shorts and flip-flops.
Of course as always there have been celebrity sightings:
The English musician Thom Yorke, lead vocalist and principal songwriter of the alternative rock band Radiohead, came in with his family last weekend. He didn’t sing for us, but you may like some music while you read the rest of my blog.
One morning earlier in the month we noticed a new line of stainless steel wallets displayed in the main store:
“The steel fabric which is three times thinner than paper, blocks radio frequencies from stealing credit card numbers… It will set off metal detectors so be sure to remove your wallet at airport security….”
“Does that mean that anyone walking past me can steal my credit card numbers just with radio frequencies?” I wondered aloud.
A Bookstore Associate near me answered, “That’s something for James Bond,” and we laughed.
An hour later, James Bond walked into the store!
Although to be honest, I don’t think of Pierce Brosman as 007, do you? He’s the 5th actor to play Bond, but I still think James Bond= Sean Connery.
One afternoon in the Children’s Store I watched a couple of women having lots of fun clowning about with the puppets. The woman in the Canadian sweatshirt with the lovely laugh, kicked her leg up in the air behind her as she posed for a photo. No she wasn’t Canadian, she introduced herself as Marta Maciel from Michoacan, Mexico who’d borrowed the sweater from her sister because she’d packed in such a hurry – her brother gave her an hour’s notice that they were going to L.A – so she didn’t think to bring any sweaters, and it was cold earlier in the month.
Marta was charming, funny, and a delightful story teller. I was fascinated to hear that she’d come with a bunch of her siblings to celebrate their sister Rebeca A’s 50th birthday. The festivities began on the Sunday morning when the siblings stood outside the birthday girl’s bedroom window and serenaded her with mariachi songs.
On their sister’s actual birthday they were going to do a ceremony that Marta described thus: Sitting in a circle the family will
- call in the wind to blow away everything that’s not good for Rebeca and her soul
- make a fire in a pit that will burn anything that keeps Rebeca from being happy.
- using a large Seashell – to represent water – they’ll wash off the painful memories, and the hurts, that are keeping their sister from growing.
- finally still in the circle, Marta will give Rebeca their grandmother’s ring (given to her – the eldest daughter – many years ago by their father). Why a ring? 50 is the age of gold, and a ring is a perfect circle. Rebeca is going to close one age in her life, and start living a golden age.
I thought it was beautiful, and Marta gave me permission to share it.
The sisters left with much shouting, laughing and hugging.
I looked down to see a little face staring at me. “Because there’s no-one else here now, can I have this for free?” asked Kofi aged six, holding a plastic sharpener that cost $2 in his hand.
“Sorry I can’t give things away, this is a shop, everything’s for sale.” I said feeling like a nasty mean person, but if I’d said “Oh sure!” and bought it for him, I’d be teaching him the wrong lesson.
He stared at me.
“I can give you a bookmark.” I said
He didn’t answer.
“Okay,” he said, “but I have lots of them things already…”
His Dad who was standing at the side watching came up to him, and said “Say thank you,”
“Thank you,” he mumbled, and they left.