The test of an adventure is that when you are in the middle of it, you say to yourself, "Oh, now I've got myself into an awful mess; I wish I were sitting quietly at home." And the sign that something is wrong with you is when you sit quietly at home wishing you were out having lots of adventure. -Thornton Wilder

The nice thing about being confused is you get a chance to notice things a lot better than if you knew where you were going.

Life begins at the end of your comfort zone.

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

The Laurel and Hardy Museum


Harlem, Georgia

I had this one picked out from last year so was quite excited when the day arrived that we would be in little Harlem, Georgia.  I arrived a bit early before opening time (well, I was excited remember) and good fortune smiled upon me - it was open.  The gentleman caretaker who was on duty for the day didn't have anything else to do that morning.
Unlike the Buster Keaton museum I saw last fall (you can see that post here at the bottom) this one held a lot of promise judging by the building itself.


Inside I was overwhelmed with vast amount of Laurel and Hardy stuff.  But once looking at it more closely the bulk of it was memorabilia that once was for sale in stores and the like.  Collectibles, figurines, dolls, toys, games, comic books, magazine articles, newspaper clippings, you name it.  Not really that much that was the actual property of the two comedians, or if it was there it was lost to me among all the "stuff".  Another odd feature were the amount of "pictures" which were drawings or paintings done by various artists.


These interior shots were done by my iPhone which I was still struggling to learn how to use correctly.


So like with the Buster Keaton museum, everything that there was to see was in this one room.  Only the room was many times larger and filled with tons more "stuff".  There was an adjoining room which was their theater where they would gladly run any short or movie that you would like to see.  I didn't ask for a private showing as I have many of their short films at home and once started, well I would probably still be there watching them.


Tomorrow we will visit where Oliver Hardy was born.  Also, I stopped by even littler Piqua, Kansas to see how the Buster Keaton museum came out.  








6 comments:

  1. I understand your disappointment. At first sight I shared your excitement, I would had loved to see an original bowler hat or something like that. It is packed with to much stuff indeed.
    But thanks anyway for showing.

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  2. I must agree with bieb but still nice that you picked out this little museum for us bloggers on the other side of the ocean.

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  3. Ahh, those were the days, when Laurel and Hardy was new. A little before my time, but still, it was a better world back then.

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  4. Oh, fantastic. That brings back fond childhood memories.

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  5. Now that would be a great place to visit. Lucky you.

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