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<\/a>Eleanor Roosevelt in 1933<\/p><\/div>\n
When last I left you I was in Washington DC, \u00a0exhausted, achy and feeling every day of my age. \u00a0But sleep is a magical antidote and sure enough, the next morning I was raring to go. \u00a0 After another trip on the Metro (we had already learned how to shove ourselves into a crowded train car), we began our day at the Smithsonian Museum of American History. \u00a0If left to my own devices, I would still be wandering around there. If you love history, The Smithsonian<\/strong> is nirvana. \u00a0We toured it twice and STILL didn’t visit every exhibit. \u00a0We loved the wing that displays various artifacts from the Presidents’ administrations but were particularly enthralled with the Inaugural Ball gowns of the First Ladies. \u00a0Not only were they beautiful examples of couture fashion, but the exhibit gives you a different perspective on the size of the women who wore them. \u00a0For example, I always thought of Eleanor Roosevelt<\/strong> as a rather large woman but her dress would indicate the opposite. \u00a0So maybe it was just her height that made her seem big. \u00a0Or it could be that since this was her first of FOUR Inaugural gowns, the talent of the White House pastry chef took its toll. \u00a0I saw a picture of her 1945 gown and let’s just say that by then even a good pair of Spanx would not have helped her into the gown from 1933. \u00a0And who among us can’t relate to that?<\/em><\/em><\/p>\n A fraction of the shoes in the display<\/p><\/div>\n Next we went to the U.S. Holocaust Memorial Museum<\/strong>. \u00a0I have always had a special interest in WWII so I was anxious to see it. \u00a0I was particularly heartened to see that Katie and Abby were very interested in learning more about it and absorbing all that they could. \u00a0The building itself is a marvelous structure, four stories high, light in the center atrium but dark and somber on the perimeters. \u00a0As you begin the journey through the museum with movies, pictures and artifacts from the early years of the war, the hallways are quite narrow and gives one a slight sensation of what it must have been like to be hoarded like cattle to an unknown destination – everyone pushing and jockeying for position. \u00a0To compare one section or display of the museum as being the “most” anything – frightening, scary, sad, depressing – is futile. \u00a0 Each person needs to judge for him\/herself what is the most meaningful. \u00a0Personally, I found the exhibit of over 4,000 shoes on loan from the Auschwitz museum the most unforgettable. \u00a0Shoes and other personal items \u00a0were taken from the prisoners upon entry to Auschwitz and sorted for distribution to local citizens or shipment back to Germany. \u00a0At the end of the war when the camp was liberated there were hundreds of thousands of shoes piled up. \u00a0In 1945 when the great journalist Edward R. Murrow visited Auschwitz he saw the shoes and wrote the following: \u00a0“One shoe, two shoes, a dozen shoes, yes. \u00a0But how can you describe several thousand shoes?” \u00a0The fact is, you can’t.<\/span><\/p>\n After the emotional experience of visiting the Holocaust Museum we were in need of fresh air and food. \u00a0We found our way to the Shake Shack<\/strong> – one of the more delightful eating establishments I’ve frequented. \u00a0As the name implies, there is ice cream involved here. \u00a0LOTS of ice cream. \u00a0We each had burgers and possibly the best french fries I’ve ever tasted and then moved in for the real deal…ice cream. \u00a0How good was it? \u00a0I could have taken a bath in it. \u00a0I’m glad I don’t live in D.C. – I’d be a Shake Shack junkie. \u00a0As it was, I needed to get on with the business of why I really came to Washington.<\/p>\n This is as close as they let me get<\/p><\/div>\n The fact is, I have had my medical insurance cancelled due to the ACA. \u00a0All I did was raise my deductible way back in 2010 and – whammo! – they cancelled me this year. \u00a0Lots of people In Washington had assured me that if I like my policy I could keep it, so I decided I’d go right to the horse’s …. mouth to get some answers. \u00a0I started with the White House. \u00a0We had requested a tour and I thought perhaps I could just ever so briefly pop into the Oval Office to see if the President would hear me out. \u00a0Unfortunately, they told us that they weren’t giving tours that day. \u00a0The picture (left) is as close as I got to the Oval Office. \u00a0I was going to shout my questions across the lawn but there were some men on the business end of a some weaponry patrolling the perimeter. \u00a0 \u00a0They looked like they had had a lot of experience with “kooks”. \u00a0I decided to look elsewhere for answers, which brought us to the\u00a0National Archives<\/strong>. \u00a0Nothing like a little bolstering from the Founding Fathers. \u00a0I’m not sure they ever had to deal with Blue Cross Blue Shield, but they seemed to be pretty far-sighted on a number of issues so I thought they might also have some insight on deductibles. \u00a0Turns out, the line to see the Declaration of Independence, The Bill of Rights and the Constitution<\/strong> was the longest we waited in all week. \u00a0 After 45 minutes we finally were let into the rotunda where the three documents are displayed. \u00a0It is somewhat surreal to see them in person, although “see” might be stretching it a bit \u00a0For example, the Declaration of Independence was kept in a west-facing window for over 40 years and was thereafter subjected to flash photography until 2012. \u00a0So unfortunately it is so faded that unless someone told you you were looking at the Declaration of Independence, you might think you’re looking at an estimate for getting your car repaired. \u00a0Still, to see the founding documents is a real thrill and inspired me to continue on my quest.<\/p>\n Be sure you “subscribe” so you don’t miss out on next week’s thrilling conclusion.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" By Suzanne Sparrow Watson When last I left you I was in Washington DC, \u00a0exhausted, achy and feeling every day of my age. \u00a0But sleep is a magical antidote and sure enough, the next morning I was raring to go. … read more<\/a><\/a>