Miriam has been studying the Holocaust in school lately. Her English teacher offered extra credit to anyone who went to the museum in Houston, brought back a ticket, and wrote a short paragraph on it. I have been wanting to go to a Holocaust Museum for years, but didn't make it and then worried that it might be too much for my kids to handle. This was the perfect excuse. I warned my kids about what they could see and told them to stick close. We also invited our friend, Avery, because she is in 8th grade too and is learning some of the same things.
I was impressed by the museum. The subject matter was tastefully displayed and even the architecture of the building was designed to invoke thoughts and feelings. The most difficult pictures were in trays on shelves that took a little more effort to see, so it would have been easy to pass it up if desired. At the end of the tour, I wanted a picture for a memento. Miriam, of course, decided that it was much too difficult to smile in a place like this.






























































