I’m visiting St. John’s after being away for a good forty or so years.
When I watched my first episode of “Republic of Doyle” with its uncomplicated charm and great location shots I was struck by the sight of a big boxy looking object dwarfing the St. John’s Basilica. My first reaction (after “What in god’s name is that thing?") was to shake my head and feel bad for the church for the first time in my life.
Then I find out that “The Rooms” is a museum?
OK, I expect change. While I’ve been off traipsing around on “The Mainland” all these years life has gone on.
But here’s the rub — there’s no sense of history there, period.
It’s a big boxy building with huge cold open spaces and some “rooms” with a few old things haphazardly thrown together looking pretty sad and out of place.
Why are the kayaks strung upside down or tucked away in the ceiling? Maybe they can’t be touched like they could down at the Gosling but now they aren’t even close enough to get a sense of what they’re made of.
What’s with the frustrating electronic push this push that method of finding out about the few objects on display that actually hold some interest?
Don’t we still have anyone left that can write and perhaps use an era appropriate way of describing objects?
Couldn’t a nice historic old building have been upgraded to house the collection?
I’m no architect but it looks like the majority of the new structure isn’t even usable as display area.
Two more whines and then I’ll leave you alone — The smell of various foods that close to the exhibit rooms is a turn-off. Food should not be up there – yuck! And no surprises in the gift shop. A few tired old books likely filled with half truths about the historic oldest colony and just past the toy “stuffed lobsters” which have turned me off that delicacy forever, some ugly Republic of Doyle merchandise that like most everything else in the shop has absolutely nothing to do with a museum and is likely making Jake Doyle squirm with embarrassment.
Speaking of totally unrelated — “Hey Allan Hawco, are you anything to Tony Hawco who I went to school with at Holy Cross around 1965?”