I haven’t always been fat.
I had a few rare years of dramatic theatre time when I was svelte. But one tends to remember being fat, more than not. Especially when fat is the current state.
I haven’t always been fat.
I had a few rare years of dramatic theatre time when I was svelte. But one tends to remember being fat, more than not. Especially when fat is the current state.
One of the hardest parts of being an expat, for me, is saying goodbye. People will tell you that it’s more “see you later” than g’bye, but, in reality, it’s often just plain ole g’bye.
And it’s hard. And it hurts. And sometimes, you start all over again. Because you have to. I’ve told this story a million times, and I’ll probably tell it a million more…When I came to Houston almost six years ago, I didn’t know anyone. I had no kids to meet other parents at school, I had no pets to meet other parents of furries at the dog park, I didn’t work, I didn’t drive, our neighborhood wasn’t the fruit basket for newbies kinda place, and I was alone, save for my then boyfriend, who went off to work every morning.
I was alone. It’s a horrible feeling. Being alone, feeling trapped in a house with no escape, in a foreign country, where everything is different and all that you know to be familiar, is five thousand miles away. It may sound dramatic to those of you who have never been in the situation before, ’cause after all, it’s “just” America, it’s not all that different, right? But to those of you who have experienced it , you know.
The more you stare at your four, rented, magnolia walls, the more you find wrong with them. The more you start questioning your decision to move away from “comfortable”. The more you start to question yourself. I can’t begin to emphasize how important friendships are when you’re an expat. They form quickly, they strengthen even quicker, and perhaps even form with people you wouldn’t normally form friendships with under ‘normal’ circumstances.
But you’re not under normal circumstances, normal is a loooooong way away.
So you make friends, ignoring the little voice in your head screaming at you not to get too close. Screaming at you, that, in reality, you’re more than likely making a short-term friendship, that will be intense and amazing for one to three years, and will be, all of a sudden (even though you know it’s coming) surprisingly yanked away from under you, as one of you will be transferred.
It’s a blessed life we live. We have a gorgeous house, in an amazing city, we have the opportunity to travel and see some great places, bucket list kind of places, we have good friends, our families love to come here and there’s no end in sight to the many, many things to do.
Make no mistake, it’s a blessed life, I know this.
But for those non-expats out there, the people looking in from the outside, they often don’t see the drawbacks, or understand the negatives. “You live in AMERICA! What could be bad about that?”
But they are there.
And, for me, the worst of the negatives about this lifestyle is, when people, who have become like family to you in those three years, leave. It’s hard. When I stood and watched my best friend board a plane with her husband and my Goddaughter, I had my game face on, they were off on a new adventure, to a new place and we’re excited and anxious. But when I got back to the car, my stomach fell, my heart broke and I cried.
I still cry occasionally, almost two years later (and we’ve seen them a few times since they’ve left). I miss them terribly, through my fertility, my pregnancy, the birth of Lewis and soon his first birthday, I’ve wanted them to be a mere twenty minute drive away.
“But, it’s the life you choose,” people say.
“People” don’t understand.
Last week, I said “goodbye” to another friend. She found me just over a year ago via this blog and a Google search. She said she was coming to Texas, and events unfolded to reveal she was moving a couple miles down the road from me, and that her mister worked for the same company as Col. Small world, eh?
She came here and we met shortly after Lewis was born, she always helped get the pram out the boot, was always up for anything and didn’t let the fact that I have a baby stall or slow our friendship. We still got up to all kinds of mischief and often only decided on the mischief, twenty minutes before leaving the house.
Unfortunately, her time here in Houston was cut short and she flew home last week.
She will be missed. She made a mark on my life here with Lewis and we did lots of fun things together.
She’s moving on to her next adventure.
And I’ll start over.
Such is the life of a nomad.
I’m not a happy mama bear.
These last few days have spiked a rather large saturation of Breastfeeding stories in the media, in the UK, a lady was asked by Claridges hotel to cover herself with a napkin to feed her baby (story: here). In response, Nigel Farrage (Ukip) saying that restaurants should ask breastfeeding mothers to sit in the corner so as not to upset anyone (story: here) whilst Nick Clegg (deputy prime minister) has come to our defense (story: here).
The law in the UK is much more vague than here in the US, but, the Equality Act 2010 has made it illegal for anyone to ask a breastfeeding woman to leave a public place such as a cafe, shop or public transport. We definitely need more lobbying for more stringent, protective laws for breastfeeding mothers, as well as greater education and support, for mothers. This article from today, is very interesting and suggests some positive, possible ramifications of an increase in support, education and breastfeeding (story: here)
In the US, things aren’t much better, this week alone, stories have come out about Qdoba (story: here) asking a lady to cover up while she breastfed (saying it was ‘store policy’ and clearly ignorant of the FEDERAL LAW), Rural King (story: here) firing a lady who needed to pump milk at work every day and in Denver a Deputy told a lady to ‘stop it’ in the foyer of the police station (story: here) resulting in nurse-in, after nurse-in after nurse-in.
Last month it was ihop, where’s it gonna be tomorrow? Or the day after that?
How long do you plan on breastfeeding Lewis? To be fair, a question that really is none of anyone’s business. But also a variation on questions that I’ve been asked a lot recently – since we started ‘weaning’ Lewis on to solid food.
‘Is he still breastfeeding?’ They want to know.
Here’s a novel idea, quit asking and mind your own damn business.
As much as you’d like to think that the decision to breastfeed is a personal matter, it’s anything but personal. People are curious, people have opinions and you’re surrounded by it everywhere you go.
This is not about you, or I. This is about equal and fair treatment for a mother who is doing what is best for her child’s health.
Well yes, Lewis IS still breastfeeding, and, here’s why. Firstly – cause it’s working for us. The pain I experienced over those first few months has dissipated and it’s become much quicker than it was, so it’s not as arduous.
But also, for the first year of a child’s life, they get all of their nutrition from either formula or breast milk.
Think back to when your own kids were little, how long did you give them formula for? At least a year, right? Lewis may be eating some solid foods at meal times with us, but, it’s really not *that* much, it is increasing in size, but the calorie content from the food he’s eating just isn’t enough for him (food before one is just for fun!) So his nutrition, growth and weight gain, is not from his new hobby of destroying the dining room with pieces of food. In actual fact, it’s from his continued main source of nutrition, breastfeeding.
Many people breast feed until their child is two, three, or even four (or more!) years old. It’s called extended breastfeeding, and, while I’m not sure that’s a choice I will make for Lewis and I, I am fully vested in attempting to get Lewis to that one-year mark – not least of all, because it’s now flu season, and the best way for me to protect him from the flu (aside from getting him the flu vaccine), is through giving him regular high-dose antibodies to fight such bugs. If only there was a way to do that – oh wait, there IS, by my BREASTFEEDING him.
There’s so much ‘stuff’ surrounding breastfeeding, pressure to do it, guilt if you don’t, and, if you do, there’s still guilt and pressure – when are you going to stop? Is he still feeding as much? Surely it’s time for him to stop?
I’m so shocked and disgusted that so few people understand basic biology. I find myself wanting to bang my head off the desk when I read the comments written in response to a news article about yet another nursing mother, who was asked to cover or leave a place because she was ‘offending people’, or that ‘people were complaining’, or because another woman got fired from her job because she wasn’t prepared to pump her breast milk in a few minutes in the public restroom of a that gets more traffic than grand central station. It’s despicable.
Need cheering up? Head over to any breastfeeding related story and read the comments, they’ll both amuse you and concern you. It makes me wonder about the future of humanity.
Y’all need Jesus.
Hey wait – you know Jesus didn’t have formula, right?
Let’s talk BS.
The law varies from state to state within the US, and can be quite vague, but, generally speaking an employer must provide a room other than a toilet for a nursing mother to pump in work. And they must allow you to have a break, as often as you need to pump (though it doesn’t have to be paid-pump-time).
While I’m at it, let’s talk benefits of breastfeeding,
I just don’t get it, not at all. What is the big deal? You see more skin at the beach – in fact, men can walk around totally topless, and that’s not, a woman can feed her child, and that’s offensive? Gimme a break!
Do you have issues with breastfeeding? Have you been harassed by someone while publicly feeding your baby?
“The Liebster Award has German origins. The word liebster has several definitions: dearest, sweetest, kindest, nicest, beloved, lovely, kind, pleasant, valued, cute, endearing, welcome, sweetheart and boyfriend.
It aims to discover new bloggers and welcome them to the blogosphere. Bloggers award other bloggers.”
My friend over at Love Shack Baby nominated me a loooooooooooooong time ago, but she nominated me all the same – it’s time to catch up! Thank you! I’m flattered and honoured, it’s always good to hear nice things about your blog! Sounds prestigious right? Well, I guess it is in blogging circles. The award is sort of like a chain letter of the blog world. (The ‘rules’ are at the bottom of this post)
10 Random facts about me:
1. I am left handed. I believe that some day, lefties will conquer the world. Ok, ok, that last bit was for dramatic effect. Mostly.
2. When I was little, I was published in Bunty Magazine. I used to collect every issue, I won a bubble Barbie and, if I look really hard in my parents ‘stuff’, I’ll find the issue that I’m published in. Just a letter to the editor or something, but it totally made my whole year!
3. I want to be a doer of good deeds – on a super hero level.
4. I’m big in to word association. I often find that when I talk to people, they’ll say a buzz word or trigger a word association that will bring me to a song. If the person I’m talking to is my husband, I may even burst out in song. If it isn’t my hubby that I’m talking to, I’ll likely have the song stuck in my head all day.
5. In school, I was a klutz. Every fall, I’d go back to school and teachers would ask me what bones I’d broken over the summer. Roller blading, my sister learning Tae Kwon Do, tripping up steps…I was ridiculous. I’m still klutz-esque, but I’ve hopefully, outgrown the worst of it.
6. Keanu Reeves was my first boy-crush. I must have watched Speed about 500 million times. I’m not even joking.
7. My favorite movie is The Mighty Ducks. All of them. I cry at the end of the second one, it’s where my obsession with hockey began, I fancied Banks, and Charlie Conway and I can recite a lot of the words from them. They make me irrationally happy and I can’t wait to share these films with my son!
8. Two of my favorite friends in life, have already passed away. One of whom was my first love.
9. I have an overactive imagination. I can’t read or watch horror stories/films, because my mind runs away with itself. Like checking behind the door and shower curtain, leaving lights on kind of running away with itself.
10. I’m a lucid dreamer. I can tend to remember what I’ve been dreaming about the night before. Pregnancy dreams were hell.
10 Questions from Billi to answer:
1- What is your favorite thing to blog about?
Houston, and Texas. People tend to slate on Texas, Texas gets a bad rap within the USA. It’s not seen as a vacation destination, it’s not seen as having much to offer the world – but that couldn’t be further from the truth. Texas is rich in culture and history, it has a wide palette of foods and flavors and the people are polite, welcoming and friendly. I love exploring our home state, I love discovering things that even Houstonians haven’t seen or heard of, and sharing my amazing experiences with the people both here in Houston and further afield.
Like the train ride we took through the East Texas forest, in November, or the food truck sub-culture. Texas has something for everyone, you just have to be open to finding it.
2 – What are your feelings about dogs sleeping in bed with their owners?
I don’t really have feeling about dogs sleeping in bed with their owners. Whatever floats your boat. When we’ve dog sat, I find they are too hot and territorial and I end up dangling off the end of the bed if they sleep in bed with me. As a child, we were never allowed to have our pets upstairs, or in bed with us, they weren’t even allowed on the sofa most of the time.
3 – What is your favorite memory ages 13-16?
School plays and choir. I have always loved singing, our school choir was competitive, fiercely competitive. We competed in Fees competitions, we competed in the UTV School choir of the year and my school and drama group plays were pretty spectacular for amateurs. I think back on all of our musical accomplishments, the dancing, the singing, the costumes, the relentless rehearsals, the tonsillitis, with serious nostalgia. I loved every second of it and miss it!
4 – Could you see yourself as a life coach?
I don’t think so, I wouldn’t know the first thing about being a life coach. My friend Marie is a life coach and she’s wayyyyyy better at that kind of thing than me. In fact, I think most people are!
5 – Are you looking forward to anything in particular in 2015?
Yes! Color me predictable, but since we now have an additional family member, I’m looking forward to a lot of things with him. His first birthday, showing him parts of the world, and all of the milestones in between.
6- What is a must-have in your kitchen?
Kitchen Aid mixer. Without a doubt it’s my Kitchen Aid mixer. Ok, ok, rewind. A good cooker/oven/stove – I don’t have that. Our stove is older than I am, it’s awful. It has a metal element on top and bottom and it over cooks some things, under cooks others and sets parchment paper on fire. It’s a riot – no really. If you have a reasonably modern and fully operational stove, then a Kitchen Aid is a must-have, mine is five years old and I use it ALL THE TIME. Col loves when I use my Kitchen Aid.
7 – Favorite mode of transportation?
Driving, or, being driven. Preferably in a 1994 black Toyota Supra with the roof off, along the coast of Northern Ireland on a rare sunny day. Driving is something we both miss here, the scenery isn’t very scenic, the drivers are largely bat-sh*t crazy, and driving is here, is just to get from point A, to point B. I miss leisurely drives with Col, along beautifully picturesque countryside in a beautiful car.
8 – Have you ever had a nickname that you really hated?
YES! I went through a phase in school of making people call me Lassie, because I hated my first name. Once that phase of my life was over, I went back to my first name and HATED when someone called me Lassie.
9 – What was your happiest moment today?
Watching my son sit and play happily with four other little infants. He hasn’t been exposed to many other kids, we haven’t yet found a mothers day out scheme with an open spot for a baby of his age, so it’s normally just the two of us, and occasionally Eloise, or Oliver or an older little person. Today, today he sat and played and shared his toys and tried to plant open mouthed kisses on the other little boys and girls. It warmed my heart.
10 – Would you rather decorate handmade cards or cut out snowflakes?
Cards. Always cards. I love, love, love card making, I haven’t done it in a while as firstly we were moving country (then not-moving) and then I got sick during pregnancy and was in and out of hospital and then came Lewis, so my crafting time is practically non-existent, but I do love making cards.
Lekki at A Scientists Life
Brandie at The Rambler
Liz at Letters to a baby bear
My Questions for my nominees:
1. Name three things that are on your bucket list.
2. Name one food that you can’t possibly live without.
3. What was your favorite toy as a child?
4. Name one app that you can’t live without and why.
5. What is your favorite movie?
6. What is your biggest pet peeve?
7. Why did you start blogging?
8. What is one of your fondest memories?
9. What is your favorite recipe?
10. What is your theme song?
If you have been nominated for The Liebster Award AND YOU CHOOSE TO ACCEPT IT, write a blog post about the Liebster award in which you:
1. Thank the person who nominated you, and post a link to their blog on your blog.
2. Display the award on your blog — by including it in your post and/or displaying it using a “widget” or a “gadget”. (Note that the best way to do this is to save the image to your own computer and then upload it to your blog post.)
3. Answer 10 questions about yourself, which will be provided to you by the person who nominated you.
4. Provide 10 random facts about yourself.
5. Nominate up to 11 blogs that you feel deserve the award, who have a less than 1000 followers. (Note that you can always ask the blog owner this since not all blogs display a widget that lets the readers know this information!)
6. Create a new list of questions for the blogger to answer.
7. List these rules in your post (You can copy and paste from here.) Once you have written and published it, you then have to:
8. Inform the people/blogs that you nominated that they have been nominated for the Liebster award and provide a link for them to your post so that they can learn about it (they might not have ever heard of it!)
Today, I did something that I’ve been meaning to do more of since Lewis was born. I made a new friend. In fact, I made more than one.
It’s been a lonely summer, a combination of people travelling, having family in town and so many people having left my ‘inner circle’ over the last couple years, it was quiet. Too quiet for my social butterfly self. So, to combat this, I had joined a ‘Meet-up’ group, and aside from one lady Danielle and her little one Gigi, I just didn’t feel like I fitted in with that group. I gave some thought to how to go about meeting some new friends, and I decided to join the SSA play groups, I stepped up to lead the Lunch Bunch activity and, after pondering my interests, decided to start a new group, a baking group.
A baking group with a slight twist. A friend of mine, Frances, had created a ‘baking and babies’ group after she moved home from the US to the UK. Mums and their babies come along, they share in the baking process of making one recipe, and share it at the end of the session. If a baby kicks-off, another mum takes over and the baking continues, need extra hands? Have no fear, other mums are here!
Having SSA Funding to purchase the ingredients, enough interested generated to warrant holding the activity, I picked a really simple Mary Beryl spiced treacle sheet cake recipe for our first gathering. Simple, quick, tasty and it would give us time to chat about what we wanted to bake next, and other details surrounding the group.
We had a group of five mums and five babies, a nice number of ladies and the process was easy (essentially throw everything in to the mixer, mix, pour and bake). For snacks while we waited for our bake, we ate what my Great Irish Bake Off buddies and I baked yesterday at our monthly get together, a Gluten Free chocolate slice and a raspberry cheesecake brownie bar – deeeelicious!
The little ones are all fairly close in age, ranging from around seven months to around seventeen months, they played well, didn’t cry or fuss and that’s just the moms haha!
Next month we are meeting at one of the other ladies houses, we are hoping to make a GBBO recipe, chocolate and salted caramel Swiss roll – yum!
It’s been a while since I’ve blogged, we went home to the UK for a few weeks, I’ve been under the weather (before and since), and Lewis is keeping me on my toes. But, we recently embarked on a fun activity here in Texas, that I wanted to share with y’all, in case you are interested in doing the Polar Express train before Christmas.
Col and I have been married for five years as of October, the traditional gift is wood, and, after having bought him his record player (affectionately named ‘Maggie’), I wanted to find something for us to do together, to mark the occasion. As many of you know, we love our little getaways, a weekend here, an overnight there, we love exploring Texas and think, as a state, it has so much to offer. To get to the train ride took exactly three hours from Houston (though, on our way TO the train, it took five hours, an hour in traffic, an hour stopped for lunch, plus the three hour journey – yawn!)
We went up the day before, spent the afternoon in the hotel pool (the Hampton inn and suites, if you’re interested, was excellent, and we’d go back without question and, while I’m at it, grab a delicious pizza in a restaurant called ‘Switch’).
For those of you who say that Texas doesn’t have a ‘fall’ season, you’re wrong. I just saw it, out the window of a hundred year old steam train as we traveled across East Texas ‘Pineywoods’ forest country. You pay $55 per person, you board the train at one of two Victorian-style train depots at either Palestine (where we boarded), or Rusk.
They ask you to be there almost an hour early, to pick up your tickets from the ticket desk – don’t groan – that gives you plenty of time to watch the steam engine come out of her little shed, down the track and connect to the carriages, and to take pictures of the train, the depot and the surroundings, it’s very picturesque.
Once on board, we found the table with our family name place card, took a seat, and enjoyed a delicious platter of fresh fruit, fruit dip, orange juice, apple juice, water and coffee, as we waited for the train to disembark the station.
The journey through the trees was glorious, the sun shone, the trees were a multitude of colours, and the atmosphere onboard, was excited anticipation. The family carriage, was filled with both adults and kids alike, I was amazed to find linen table cloths, real glasses and cutlery on the tables and fully uniformed staff ready to wait on us hand and foot. It was a real experience, we even traveled through a rainbow – which was pretty darn cool!
As we approached our one and only stop at Rusk, Texas, they brought us slices of quiche (bacon or veggie), with a side salad and some dressing (in hindsight I should have ordered a third portion because Lewis decided he loved it and ate a chunk of mine and Col’s!)
We disembarked for our forty-five minute pit-stop, watched the engine disconnect, and pass the carriages to reconnect. In Rusk there are bathrooms (though the lines were seriously long, I’d say just go on board the train whilst no one is on board!), the men’s bathroom had a koala care station – which is definitely worth noting for those with little ones, as many restaurants, even ‘big name’ restaurants don’t have facilities in even the Women’s toilets, let alone the men’s.
There is a gift shop for you to peruse and some nice grounds if you’d like a wander around. When we got back on the train, there was a platter of crackers, cheese and tomato/cucumber waiting for us and about half-way back to the Palestine depot, they brought out a selection of muffins and cinnamon rolls. Informing us that we could ‘pick two’ (and then offered us a cinnamon roll separate), Col had the blueberry muffin and the mini lemon and poppy seed muffin, I chose the banana nut muffin and a mini lemon and poppy seed and we picked up a cinnamon roll to share. What we actually ate, on the other hand, was half the cinnamon roll, Lewis and I shared the mini muffin and Col had his mini muffin – so much food! (We bagged the two larger muffins to take home with us on our journey home).
The thing that surprised me on this journey, other than the food being really tasty (for some reason I always expect those type of things to be quite Ming), was the service, the servers on the train were exceptional – better than many of the restaurants I’ve been in lately. They were friendly and warm, interested (mostly in Lewis, obviously!) but not imposing, efficient and generous (one lady even gave me some diet coke and offered more if/when I fancied it). They definitely added to the whole experience and were full of smiles the whole time.
We both loved this experience, it was romantic, fun, different and we got to see a part of Texas that, previously, had been uncharted for us, and the train was pretty damn cool – I won some serious wifey points to boot.
Their 2015 calendar includes a romantic Valentine’s night dinner and an Easter train ride – both of which sound fun. If Lewis was a little older, we’d take him on the Polar Express Christmas train ride for sure!
Y’all should check this train out, really - it’s worth it!!
This ain’t our first rodeo (or, fire museum), in fact, we’ve been to at least TWO other fire museums on our various travels, in much smaller cities than Houston. We have put off going to the Houston Fire Museum (Tuesday – Saturday 10am – 4pm Adults $5, children $3) a number of times, just to make sure we left enough time for this place – but we really didn’t have to do that at all.
What a disappointment. We barely spent thirty minutes here. UGH! For such a major city in the USA, we expected something a little more grand than a two-room museum with only two engines to look at. My ’147 Fun Things to Do in Houston’ book says that this place has a large collection of artifacts to look at, either the author has a poor definition of large, or they never visited this museum. It was a poor reflection of Fire memorabilia, and we both left deflated.
It was the first, paid Fire House in Houston, the Fire House itself is small, so they built an extension (also small) and they have a room set aside for kids parties (of which there seemed to be a hundred under one roof today, there were kids everywhere and it was louuuuud!)
There really wasn’t a lot to look at, upstairs, the AC unit was leaking on the floor as a result of some storm damage. There were a few glass cases up there, with some memorabilia throughout the decades which was interesting to look at, but we really expected more.
This is the first $5 museum where I felt like I got short changed. I don’t think it was quite worth the entrance fee. They had some cool T-shirts and kitsch on sale, but unfortunately, I can’t recommend the Houston Fire Museum as something to do on a rainy afternoon in H-town, as it just doesn’t have the substance!
We FINALLY got back to working on this segment, and investigating the wonderful, rich culture that Houston has to offer – and for only five bucks! This museum was visited almost six months ago (shame on me for taking this long to share it with you!) and, considering that Houston’s Railroad museum is currently ‘under construction’, this is the closest alternative available to you.
I had planned on visiting a few museums towards the end of my pregnancy, but when Lewis came a few weeks early, that flew right out the window! Having little to do this weekend other than prep the house for visitors arriving, I decided that it was time. Time to bring Lewis on his first McMaster mini-adventure.
A quick chat with Col later, and we were on our way to Rosenberg, a quirky, small town about twenty minutes south of here, to visit the Railway museum. We took just over an hour in here, and that was probably a stretch. We weren’t hugely bowled over by this museum (in my mind, I guess, I compare it to the free Railroad museum that we went to in Memphis, TN) but it was a nice place to spend an hour.
The components of the museum are:
“Get into the left lane and aim high, but keep one eye on the rear view mirror for the black and whites. Art cars are a grass roots movement. Change your vehicle, improve it, personalize it and make your own statement with it so that you can once again become one with it. Art cars are an expression of your freedom and above all, of the God-given American right to be yourself and flaunt it on the highways and byways of America.”
We have been meaning to check out the ‘garage mahal’ for almost the whole time we’ve lived here – I kid you not. However, it’s in that ‘trendy’ part of town that the hubby deems to cool for him to frequent (LOL!) where the roads are crap and parking is crappier.
That said, when my girlfriend Courtney came to town in August, I wanted to take her along to have a nosy – it’s a free, quirky and kitschy thing to do here in Houston, and, my ’147 Things to do in Houston’ book, has it listed – I’m not sure what that has to do with the price of milk, but, go check out this museum. DO IT!
“But Las!” I hear you cry, “What IS an art car?”
From their website: An art car is a motor-driven vehicle which a car artist alters in such a way as to suit his own aesthetic. In other words, the artist either adds or subtracts materials of his own choosing to or from the factory model or he may renovate an earlier model to revive a beauty and stlyle that once was. The result is a vehicle which conveys new meaning through design, mechanical or structural changes, renovation, and/or the addition of new images, symbols or collage elements.
The content and meaning of these changes vary with each art car and may express either political, social, personal or purely decorative objectives. All art cars are subversive and have in common the transformation of the vehicle from a factory-made commodity into a personal statement or expression.
It’s not a phenomenon that is specific to the USA, art cars can be found all over the world. But, every month, right here in Houston, four or five of these amazing artistic creations can be found, right here at the Art Car museum. The cars on display change each month, and, once a year – they have a huge parade, where the cars are driven around the streets of Houston.
Before you get to the cars on display, there’s a couple of small art exhibits for you to ponder. I’m not sure if these change too, but they were definitely worth a glance.
“Often considered the ‘Art Car Capital’, Houston has the largest number of art cars of any city. Art cars are fine art essentially free of the conventions and contradictions of the marketplace and the art world. The Museum’s distinctive scrap metal and chrome exterior was created by car artist David Best and provides an imaginative indication of the extraordinary constructions to be found inside. The museum’s goal is to encourage the public’s awareness of the cultural, political, economic and personal dimensions of art.”
I know, I know – it sounds drab, dull and hugely morbid, right?
But, in actual fact, this museum was one of my favourite museums ever! It was a little far away for us Missouri City folk (up in The Heights), but the National museum of Funeral History was well worth the trek. It’s a rather large museum – with something for everyone to enjoy.
We started our museum experience at the Presidential funeral section, this area has memorabilia used in the state funeral and burial services of some of America’s most famous Presidents. Including original news reports taken from museum’s archives this section of the museum provides a historical perspective on the chain of events, procedures and practices set in motion upon the death of a US president.
Even for non-Americans like us (ok, we’re poly-sci peeps, but still) it was a fascinating part of the museum, with lots to read and look at.
Coffins and caskets of the past
This section was pretty cool – and crazy at the same time. A modest collection of the different kinds of coffins and caskets used in funerals throughout the generations, among the lot, is a casket built for three people (a mother, father and son with a tragic story for you to read), a glass-paneled coffin created to look like the one in Snow White, and even a casket made out of money – I kid you not!
Around the perimeter to one side of the museum, is a collection of the vehicles used in ’olden day’ horse-drawn funeral carriages of the 19th century, some, very rare indeed. They also have the actual hearses used in the state funeral services of US Presidents Ronald Reagan and Gerald Ford as well as the funeral of Grace Kelly.
Thanks for the memories
Curious about the funerals of celebrities? In this section, you can see how the world has said farewell to some of the largest names in the business.
Michael Jackson, Marilyn Monroe, Star Trek actors, Astronauts, even Disney – the stories of their lives and deaths are in this interactive room, complete with quizzes, music, and interesting memorabilia.
History of Embalming
To those of you with an interest about mummification, embalming and ancient Egypt, to the first techniques used in America during the Civil War and up through the early 20th century, this section is fascinating. You get to read about the mummification process, the tools involved and the mythology and beliefs behind the whole process. There is plenty to look at here – we found it very interesting.
Celebrating the lives and deaths of the Popes
This section was surprisingly interesting, fascinating, with an air of reverence as we walked around. Celebrating the Lives and Deaths of the Popes includes a full-scale replica of Pope John Paul II’s crypt, an exact reproduction of the coffin used in the funerals of three previous Popes as well as replicas of other Papal vestments.
This section shows you the many stages of preparation for the final services and burial of a Pope. The different stages of a popes journey to his final resting place, the coffin and history behind it.
There is also a section for ‘custom made’ coffins, those off the wall coffins that people have had made in the past – some are rather ‘out there’!