Blog Post #6:
A Critical and Caffeinated Eye
I
was so happy I could dance. After a month, I was finally doing something where
I could drink coffee and work at the same time. Some who are not chained to the
caffeinated beast will not understand the struggle, but those that are in such
a position know my plight. (We regret nothing.) At the very start of my
internship, I was working at Ft. Condé on the second floor. On this floor was a
coffee pot. It was beautiful. Because the fort serves as the welcome center for
the city of Mobile, the coffee pot is normally on for the volunteers who work
on the first floor. This meant that my fix was only a couple of feet away
whenever I needed it during the day. Once I went over to the main building, all
of that changed. While there was coffee in the kitchen, circumstances prevented
me from getting any to drink during my time in my next two sections. In
Collections, I felt it best not to bring coffee around some 100+ year old
artifacts, especially with my klutzy self. While working in Exhibits, it was
difficult to even find a moment to stand still, let alone drink a cup of
coffee. Now, I am not complaining about my time in either of these sections. I
enjoyed my time in both tremendously; I am only saying I like having my cuppa
joe. When I first walked into Scotty’s office on Tuesday, and we finished
chatting about his responsibilities in the museum, he asked me something that
almost made me burst into happy-tears.
“You
wanna get some coffee?”
I kid you not, it was like that man
had a halo over his head.
My
time with Scotty was very enjoyable and perhaps the most comfortable time I’ve
had so far. I had two large tasks that stretched over three days. First, I was
to go through both of the permanent exhibit halls and write down what I like
and didn’t like about them. Second, I was given the manuscript for Scotty’s
biography of Roderick Mackenzie that is to be published near the opening of the
India exhibit. (Hint Hint: You people
need to come buy it when it comes out.) I say that I was comfortable doing
these things because as a history major, I’ve been doing stuff like this since
the beginning. Doing the exhibit critique was just like doing a large book
review. First, I examined the flow of the exhibit to see how visitors would
experience it. Next, I looked at each of the sections and examined how they fit
into the story as a whole. Finally, I looked to see how the exhibit was put
together and executed. After I finished my critique, I read through Scotty’s
manuscript as another proofer in the long line of editors that have raked over
its pages. If there is one thing that History majors can do, it’s read books.
Suffice to say, I felt right at home working with Scotty. Sadly, my time with
Scotty will be short. He was lucky enough to be selected to stay in a secluded
writer’s cottage in northern Georgia for two weeks to work on his book. In
other words, he is living every historian’s dream. This means that I am
intern-orphaned for the next week. I am very curious to see how it turns out,
but I’m sure it will be fun. (I just hope there is coffee.)
So
with more to come,
Seth
Kinard