An afternoon at the museum

The last Friday afternoon after the IIEP’s Potluck I went to Old Capitol Museum with Eun, Joy and Nayeon. It was a short walk throughout the museum, I think. It only took one hour; however, it was quite interesting.
Generally they do not have a tour guide but one of the pretty girls who work there gave us a tour and explained us the main characteristics of Old Capitol. She mentioned that the Capitol was the first government building in Iowa and it was settled in that placed because it is the highest point in Iowa City, but when the amount of counties increased and Iowa City was not the middle of the state of Iowa the government moved on to Des Moines.
She started the trip in the office of the university’s president and she told us it was the first place in the university that has a restroom. Then, she took us to the governor’s office where also was the desk of his assistant. One common thing in those spaces was the design of the devices that they used to use in their daily activities.
But also it was amazing what they had to do for keeping the currency under control because there were many different currencies during those years. On the other side, it was interesting when we went to the library because it is amazing that many books are from many years ago. After the library the guide took us to the Iowa Supreme Court where many outlaw people were convicted. It was strange that the jury used to be behind the judges to protect their identities and avoid any retaliation. (I think I missed the chance to judge my trip mates for taking me off from the potluck where there still were delicious foods and many IIEP friends)
Then we went to the House Chamber in the second store, where the Iowa’s constitution, which it has been kept almost without any variation, was redacted. Finally, we went to the Senate Chamber that is nowadays the place of piano concert.
It was good going to the Old Capitol Museum because you can see many historical stuffs and how was the place in the past.

Many years ago… I almost forget it!

Well, I didn’t bring with me any photo. Most of the photos when I was 10 year old are in the family photo albums; however I put a He-man picture because I’m sure he was the hero in vogue during at that time. Maybe it will be hard for me to find the right kind of adjective to describe myself but I’m going to try.
Since I was 5 or 6 years old, I was far away to be a shy and quiet boy. Generally, I used to be pretty active. Every weekend the family used to go to the farm and share all the weekend doing different farm labor and enjoying the nature.
Those days in the farm when I was 10 years old were wonderful for me because I could choose between many activities like horse riding, fishing, walking in the farm and even helping in the work with the cows. Certainly, I was a restless boy, so I just need space to start my own adventures.
During my weekdays in the school, I used to go pretty early to there because my brother was in middle school and in Venezuela the middle school and the high school start at 7 am. There were a couple of friends who had also older brother in high school so we joined us to play soccer or baseball before class. However, sometimes I forgot to do a piece of homework and I take advantage of this time to complete it.
After the school, my father picked us up and we go to home to lunch. Fortunately, my mom always had delicious food and some dessert for lunch; therefore, the lunch always had an especial hue. My brother and I used to eat fast because if we finish the lunch before my father finished his nap, he took us to my school for one of my favorite activities, soccer. Fortunately, I have practiced many sports during my life and that has created such a weird love for sports.
My grandfather also had a farm where he raised goats, so if I didn’t have enough fun in my father’s farm some weekends I could created war’s stories with my brother in the goat farm. We used to fight with the enemy and throw rocks like grenade and hike the hills looking for the enemy. But not all was fun, most of time I help my aunt to do cheese… well, sometimes I watched more than I helped but she didn’t let me help her, so it wasn’t my fault I think. Or maybe could the fact of I used to eat the curd and we got less cheese have influenced in her attitude? I have to ask her.
Many times I got in trouble and my mom spanned me. I don’t regret for it, indeed, I really think she was extremely patient with me. But I wasn’t a bad kid, a just wanted to know the world and do something interesting.