Mystic Seaport Museum: Student Writing

Mystic Seaport Museum of America and the Sea

Theo

Like birds our lives take on a migratory path of sorts. We make decision, for reasons that often time we are aware, that direct us to our ports. Years ago when my sister and I were little girls on our way to our grandmother’s house in NY, my mom made the choice to veer off course and took us to Mystic Seaport. I don’t remember this day, but when I arrived here a decade later I could undoubtedly sense I had met the land before. When we went into the endless stretch of barn once used tor twisting fibrous strong into rope, I recognized the sweet smell of ancient wood and sappy wax, and I felt as though I was looking at this sight through child like eyes.

Ben VA

I had a lot of fun in Mystic, CT. It reminded me of home and it was comforting to be there. I had a lot of fun with the sea shanties at the museum. I got a book of them and a bunch of CDs that I can’t wait to listen to when I get home. I’m hoping to sing a few of the songs in the chantey book with my chorus back home, sharing my experience with them.