One last visit to Daddy’s museum

September 22, 2007 by Barbara.

Reid and I went downtown to Ken’s museum after supper at Melissa’s Thursday night. He has decided that it takes too much from him - he puts in too much time and it causes too much stress to be worth going. The regiment doesn’t seem to care about the museum and it’s hard to deal with such indifference over a long period. He agreed to stay on as regimental historian. Thursday was his last night a curator, though.

Reid walked confidently across the drill hall floor and started to run when she got closer to the museum (it’s a little building inside of the much larger drill hall). She misses him when she doesn’t see him after daycare. The door is too heavy for her to open but when I opened it, she walked right in and headed for the spot where Ken is usually standing. There were 4 adults in the way, though, and despite (or maybe because of) their enthusiastic greeting Reid stopped dead in her tracks until she caught site of Ken and then she scurried over to him.

As we drove home, I told Reid that Ken wouldn’t be going to the museum anymore, that he would be staying home to research and write stories about the soldiers from a long time ago. Reid considered for a moment and suggested that he should include the letter “d”. She recommended he use a big “d” and also little “d’s”. Ken agreed that he would do that and then Reid started talking about how he should also use the letter “k”. He said he would do that, too.

With Reid suggesting the letters for Ken to use when he writes and me editing what he has written, you should expect another book in no time. Well, Reid and I would have to leave him time to do the writing, too, I guess. Being an active parent of a busy 3 year old definitely takes time.

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