A brief but meta museum musing from me today: as my co-editor Ava and I have been settling into our new editor roles, we’ve been performing some site maintenance. When we first started, because of the nearly fifteen-year history of the blog, the media gallery …
One recent gray Sunday I found myself in Lowell for a family event. Arriving early on the Commuter Rail, I had quite some time to kill in Lowell’s Heritage District. On my way to a sweet bookstore, I encountered a Boston & Maine locomotive and …
Welcome to Memos from the Museum World, a series that highlights the wonderful work our Tufts students are doing as they complete the in-field practicum component of the Museum Studies Program. Each student has a unique practicum experience, and we are excited to share the …
One of my favorite stories to hear my grandfather, the man I called Pop, tell, was the moment he first met me. My father, a first-time parent with mild OCD, was stricken with anxiety about any germs that visitors might bring to the hospital, so …
Nineteen years later, I’ve found it. A quick backstory, if you haven’t read my previous article: I have a distinct memory of an art piece I saw at the Currier Museum of Art between 2005 and 2007, when I was five or six years old. …
I have a vivid memory of being five or six years old and visiting the Currier Museum of Art in Manchester, New Hampshire. In a brightly lit gallery (I’m almost certain I know exactly which one), surrounded by other works, was something that isn’t uncommon …