Day of the Dead at the Nelson-Atkins Museum
Sometimes I’m really not that happy to be living in the mid-west, although I do consider it home and realize there are many practical advantages to living here. As you’ve seen before, I really would rather be looking at mountains. But during the fall and spring I enjoy it much more, and there are a few favorite places in the Kansas City area that make me truly grateful to be where I am. One of those is the Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art. I will probably post several times about the Nelson. I went last Saturday because they are having a special exhibit of French Impressionist art, but when I went into Kirkwood Hall, I saw this first:
Something that I wonder about is whether it matters somehow whether there is a person still alive who remembers someone who is dead or not. When all the people who actually knew my parents are gone, will that make a difference? I don’t have a religious take on this, I just think it might be why we sometimes take pains to make sure we are remembered.
All in all, it was pretty amazing to see the hall transformed this way. I really enjoyed what I saw.
I didn’t grow up with any rituals or observances about people who had died. That almost seems too extreme in the other direction. I think I could steal bits and pieces from other cultures and religions who do, because it makes sense to me to do this.