Muse<\/b><\/p>\n
In the mid 80’s, when I was in my mid-teens, my mom lived in Terryville CT for a couple of years . When I would go there to visit in the summer, I’d generally split my time between fishing at a nearby pond<\/a> or playing Tron<\/a> at a local deli. Sometimes, though I had to walk “downtown” to the larger stores to buy stuff I couldn’t find at the deli. This walk always took me past a little brick house on Main street with a sign in front that said “Lock Museum of America”<\/a>. I didn’t believe it; a museum of locks<\/i>, of all things ?? Here, in this little building, in this little central Connecticut town ? Well, one day I went in and looked around. Not surprsingly, it was full of locks and keys<\/i> (!!), and I learned that CT was the home of Mr Yale (as in Yale<\/a> locks). <\/p>\n But what I really learned, or actually what I realized<\/i>, was that pretty much anything<\/i> can have its own museum; and that the words “National” or “American” don’t necessarily imply grandeur or enormity. This is something I should’ve realized earlier, having been born in the tiny city of Corning NY, home to the Corning Glass Museum<\/a>, and just down Rt 17 from the National Warplane Museum<\/a> and the National Soaring Museum<\/a>, among others (all fine museums, of course.)<\/p>\n I bring this up, because I found a little entry on girlhacker<\/a> about another little New England museum; this one for buttons<\/i>.<\/p>\n