When I was in Yr7, we had a history book called Life B.C., it was a fantastic book for 10-11 year olds, great mix of fact and a bit of hands-on historical recreation. One of the things I remember most though, was the pictures. Pictures of Grecian urns, Roman columns, the Rosetta Stone, and canopic jars from Mummy tombs. Memories of that book, and history and geography classes, have lingered in my mind ever since, and I dare say may have been a strong influence on my interest in history.
So what does all of this have to do with today? Well, I finally made it to The British Museum! With a few hours up my sleeve to fill before catching the train home, I took myself off to explore what the museum had to offer. I didn’t take me too long before I stumbled, jaw hanging low, into the Ancient Egypt rooms, and then on into Ancient Greece and Rome. I stood staring at the Rosetta Stone, somewhat dumbstruck that you could reach out and touch it – though I didn’t! I marvelled at the statues of Anubis, thoroughly creeped out by them after seeing The Mummy movies. However it’s the Grecian urns, with their painted scenes of black-figure pottery that captivates the imagination.
To say I enjoyed my time rambling around through the myriad of rooms, even camping out on the floor near one of the small cafes to have a coffee and slice of cake, before emarking on yet another round of exploration, would be a massive understatement! I can honestly say, I will be back, again, and again, and again. It’s the only way I’ll ever get to see everything in there!
For now though, I’ll have to content myself looking back through that high school textbook, reminiscing over days long since gone, for me and history.