
Passing the legacy on to my children

IN 1976 or 77, my father took our entire family to see the original King Tut exhibit at the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York City. As an 8 year old boy, who got a chance to ride a train for the first time, visit New York for the first time, and play hookey from school, what a thrill. All this before we even entered the exhibit hall. Fast forward 30 odd years and now I am the father, endowed with a love and admiration for the Egyptian culture and this wonderous discovery that has exposed our modern world to Tut's ancient one.
When the National Geographic Society announced presale for the new exhibit, I signed up a full 2 years in advance for the opportunity to take my children to view the wonders that I never dreamt of visiting a second time. Before taking my six year old son, and three year old daughter, I gave them a primer on what we would experience through the eyes of my original copy of the Treasures of Tutankhamun. After being questioned about who the book belonged to, I realized that my son, and soon my daughter would each require their own copy. Not to belay fighting, but to foster the imagination and inquisitiveness of those bright little minds.
Perhaps I am elevating the experience too much. I don't know. All I do know is that I still have that book, thirty two years later, and still feel like an awe-struck little kid every time I gaze upon the cover and recall that gleaming gold mask. If my children can use such an experience to foster their search for information, and it makes the subject that much more interesting, then I have done my job as a father.
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