The Wax Museums

You haven't lived until you have visited a wax museum. Mark Twain sat in a rocking chair wearing his white suit, "smoking" his beloved cigar looking like the real man. Florence Nightingale bent over a wounded soldier, his knee a bloody mess, his chest heaving up and down, as he fought for life. Somehow they pumped air into his chest to make him look like living, breathing human in great distress. It was very moving to me.

I saw Richard Nixon's wax head just sitting there, waiting for the rest of his body, I guess. Jimmy Carter had been finished and he looked good.

Human hands made of wax are a thing to behold!

So beautiful that they are displayed alone---just the hands. Under glass.

Barbra Streisland looked so tall and lovely in a long green gown that you expected her to burst

out in song. Laurel and Hardy looked like they were still having fun.

But at another museum I saw what I thought were wax fetuses in various stages of development from a few weeks to full term. As I looked closer at their faces I realized these were for real!

I was viewing preserved human babies who had somehow lost their bid for continued life outside the womb. It gave me an awful feeling.

But I thoroughly enjoyed seeing an Egyptian mummy!! He was probably about 3,000 years old and here I am------ looking at his toes, even!

I saw a hologram, too. Truly amazing! It was a glass of wine and if it wasn't behind glass, you

could swear you could take hold of it, but it was an illusion. Durn!