On a cold January Sunday eight Sixties Survivors drove from Cape Ann to Worcester to take in the photography exhibit: From Kennedy to Kent State. You see, for natives of eastern Massachusetts, a trip to Worcester can almost be classified as a foray into the Midwest, which officially begins in Albany.
Our motivation was to have some a little adventure before folks headed off for winter respites in warmer climates. On arrival, we found ourselves in a beautiful neighborhood with ample street parking. We gladly paid the reasonable senior admission and entered the impressive main gallery and then the show. The photos were aligned along the gallery walls, while several "booths" provided space for watching short videos on 60's culture and style. My favorite was a small alcove reserved for a review of TV game shows including "Queen for a Day"! I recalled watching the tear-jerking contestants vie for a Maytag washer and the privilege of walking down a proscenium with a crown....but no serenade by Bert Parks.
The portraits of the decade were not unfamiliar, but aligned as a history lessons, had an emotional impact. From the odd ogling of Marilyn Mansfield's decoletee by Sophia Loren (1959) to the iconic photos of Birmingham, Vietnam, Dallas, and the Ed Sullivan debut of the Beatles, the quick immersion in time recalled by adolescent years, with joys, trauma, angst, and the despair of the assignations of John, Robert, and Martin, the anti-war demonstrations, and Woodstock. I could feel the humidity in the little house in San Pedro Sula, Honduras where Peace Corps companions sat dumbstruck at the news of Kent State, then cracked another "Salva Vida".
Collectively, and individually we recalled the times. Before leaving the museum, my husband checked out Andy Warhol's Campbell's Soup, another icon, and we indulged in some shopping in the small but nicely outfitted store.
We left with plans to return to this museum. Unfortunately, one of the cars we came in was broken into....for the theft of an old cell phone negligently left on the front seat. A sad sign of current times.
Nevertheless, with a little caution, a trip to "WAM" is a "heck of a take in" .