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Friday, June 11, 2010


On the 2nd to last day of The Road Trip, I wanted to stop in Oklahoma City and go to the memorial museum.  So I plugged the address into Mrs. Beckstead (my gps - 'nother story) and was on my way.  Course Mrs. Beckstead did not take into account the traffic in Oklahoma City.  I knew the museum closed at 6 but what I didn't know was that they quit selling tickets at 5.  Mrs. Beckstead pulled me in at 5:10 - shit...

The outside of the memorial is open 24/7 so I did wander through there for quite a while.  It's pretty moving.  

The little chairs, for the children, kill me
Absolutely blows my mind that Americans citizens could do something like this to other Americans.


  1. I just got goosebumps reading this and seeing the pictures. Thanks

  2. Yes, the chairs. Heartbreak. It really is a beautiful memorial. I think my favorite part is the tree.

    so...Ms. Beckstead? haha, that's hilarious.

  3. Thanks for thinking I'm funny. :)

    And the pics made me tear up...and the music on your blog is BEAUTIFUL!!!

  4. Hi there.
    Great post.
    Stopping by from Friday-Follow to say hello.
    Thanks for playing.
    Have a great day!

  5. I am a new follower from Follow me Friday. What powerful imagery from this tragedy. I just got back from Washington D.C. where I visited the Holocaust Memorial Museum. This kind of thing is so hard to look at, and so important to remember. Thanks for the post. Oh yeah, and I love love love your playlist. Good taste in music! Blessings...

  6. Oh my goodness. The little chairs. : (
    So sad. I am glad that you went and you remembered and honored them. Very nice tribute.

  7. I remember sitting on the floor in front of our tv watching the news and our little girl patting my knees as tears streamed down my face. What a horrible day that was.

    The chairs are so poignant.

  8. It's a sad, eerie feeling, isn't it? I felt like that when I went to ground zero in NY. And those little chairs are truly heartbreaking!

  9. i know right? i was a ground zero in November of 2002 and there was just a big hole and a strange smell and a totally goose-pimply feeling...


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