We have one day left in Holbrook and wanted to see the Museum, about which we’ve heard a lot of good things. We began the day with a breakfast with Wendy and Barry at a restaurant that I had read good reviews for. Wrong - and I convinced 3 others to try it. The hash browns were arid, the scrambled eggs not scrambled, just fried in the pan and folded onto our plates and the toast was more like Swedish brod, stiff and crunchy. Oh, well, you can’t win them all.
We then walked across the street to the historic Navajo County Courthouse which has been turned into a museum. It actually was a courthouse until 1976 when a new governmental building was opened but it didn’t become a museum until the 1980’s. It has everything, even my old Kodak Brownie camera.
And, here’s my typewriter from college - my graduation gift from my parents.
The courtroom and judge’s office are still intact with enough law books to open a college. Gary looks like a fine as a witness.
In the basement was the old jail, cramped, cold, loud and devoid of any personality. How could 4 people get along in such cramped quarters?
A nicely arranged museum and a place to recommend to others with a very active curator and Historical Commission. I always like to visit small town museums to see how the town portrays itself in history to its own citizens and to visitors. It’s also neat to see how the people of a town support their own museum by donating their family heirlooms.
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