Although I have a tremendous love for racing, I still was incredibly drawn to the numerous carriages that filled the museum. Rich with history I imagined what our lives might be like without automotive transportation. Carriages are rather majestic and as they all sat quietly in their display areas it was as if you paid attention long enough each carriage wanted to tell you its own story. Some with tattered and torn upholstery, distressed woods, and paint.
We called for a shuttle so we didn't have to walk back in the afternoon sun with Noah, and thought we'd quickly take a tour of the upper level of the museum. The item that most captured my attention exists on that floor. It's an invalid chair. I walked around it multiple times knowing that decades ago had Noah been born in that era that would be what he would have had to use as a wheelchair. It was large, yet not as archaic as one might imagine it to be. It could be either pulled from the front or pushed by the back by a servant. One would lead you to believe that someone with a disability needing use of an invalid chair was rather well cared for. Yet, I'm sure that life was hard and history tells us those with disabilities were not widely accepted nor favored. Someday decades from now Noah's wheelchair could also be sitting in a museum...
Noah's Miracle by Stacy Warden is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.