Plymouth Michigan Historical Museum.

Several months ago George Sr. asked if we had ever been to the Plymouth Historical Museum in Plymouth Michigan.

Well, we had to say “Nope, never been there”. Not given to idle chit chat, we understood he was asking for a reason, and with a little (?) prompting were able to get it out. Well it was easy enough to find information on where the museum was, but not so easy to verify that what he wanted to see was actually at the museum.  If you know him, you know he had to be looking for either 1) Steam Engines or 2) Radio related stuff, not necessarilly in that order.
So it was number 2, radio stuff that he had heard about.

Last Sunday was the first time since then that a) we were all here, and b) we had the time, so off to the museum we went.

Plymouth is not all that big of a town, but it is very nice and well maintained, so we were not sure what to expect of the museum. Well it turned out very well indeed. The family price admission got all five of us in at a reasonable price. The volunteer at the front ticket desk was highly enthusastic and gave us a free ten minute spiel on the history of the history museum. Apparently the primary benefactor is in the historical range her self. She was there at the time, going strong at 96 years!

If you can believe it, we actually asked “Which way to the radios” just to show the fever pitch we were at to see the collection. Pushing and shoving each other and the other patrons out of the way we stampeded to the exhibit! At last, there it was, as good as advertised, and as as large as life! We spent a long 15 seconds looking the “shack” over and taking photos and then moved on to the next exhibit, the blacksmith shop which was next door to the indian encampment.

The museum advertised “The largest Lincoln museum” in Michigan. Not sure how that compares to the other 49 states and the size of their Lincoln Collections, and/or museums, but it was a pretty extensive collection of things considering that was 150 years ago.
As always Nancy took time out to chat with some others at the museum and met a friend there.

Dad tried out the telegraph key to send the alarm telling eveyone the bridge was out over “Deep Gorge” while I listened to the sounder, but it was to late, the train did not stop before it crashed into the water far below. If only I had taken time to learn the Morse code this tragedy could have been prevented.

Another major collections is the Daisy BB Gun room. I did not realize it but the Daisy Company was founded in Plymouth! (Maybe that explains all the broken windows in the old buildings.)

The pictures are posted, and as usual we took quite a few.

Enjoy

Until the last BB narrowly misses an eye,
George