I’m sat down having Just got home from the Imperial war museum, in Manchester, where i’ve been helping out in the galleries, helping people around.
In this role , i’m occasionally stood by the information station, where various objects to do with the first and second world war are on display
This station is mobile and can move around with its four wheels, around the vast area known as the main exhibition space.
The objects on the information station vary, from gas masks to various headgear, and relate to the large objects around the space. There are uniforms from modern day conflict as well as those from world war I and II. As Volunteers, we use the items to introduce visitors to the space as well as putting them at ease with the space they are in – It’s a bit dark in there sometimes.
when taking an interest in a subject, it pays to get the most of the subject matter.
Do your research, but don’t restrict yourself to a library 📚 books are great, however if you can see an item relating to your interest….it makes your interest solid.. tangible.
Its probably why I enjoy walking round the county museums and art galleries
taking in the counties art collections and exhibits and learning about the stories behind the picture.
I’ve covered the imperial war museum north a lot on this site. But there are many other galleries that bring art and history to life.
Lark hill place in the city art gallery is one such example. Whilst others admire the paintings of Lowry and other local artists, You walk down an actual Victorian street.
You can see items in the windows, smell the smells of Victorian life and hear the sounds of a Victorian day…hear the hooves of the horses hitting the cobbles, and the clang of the blacksmith getting ready to replace those horses shoes …all before going back to modern life and enjoying your packed lunch.
A poem on the branch of Imperial War Museum in Trafford, Greater Manchester.
Another Earth has Landed on the banks of the canal,
Broken in three by the hammer called War.
You climb the Stair
to reach the pole.
As darkness falls,
on earths remains.
Following a line, commemorating time
that has a start – but has no end
Sounds and smells from the past –
They Greet You.
Shaking you by the hand like an old friend.
The plane at the start, the tales it would tell
of its old friend Lusitania – they’ve salvaged its bell.
It’s Just past the smell of sweet poison gas,
you carry on walking and pass the old ass.
feeling your way through the trenches of deep
hoping you don’t wake all the rats that are asleep
The T-34 stands just round a bend,
a stones throw away,
from its nuclear friend,
telling the tales of it winning great battles.
The Cossacks roar out as the tanks tracks it rattles
And the Trabant car from Germany
stands out and tall
as you read of what happened
on both sides of th’ wall
in the windows to attention,
as you read of who wore them
– it is worth a mention.
And you read of the colours,
the flags of the men
who are remembered here proudly,
never seen of again.
And You wear the tin helmet
worn by the men
fighting fires wi’ red engines
in fives and in tens.
You land in their place
and think what would you do ?
As you read of the stories
from wars one and of two