Chris was off, Storygirl had an appointment in South Minneapolis, and The Bakken Museum was free during Aquatennial. They call it the 10 Best Days of the Bakken.
So we decided to make it a family day.
The only thing that was missing was ice cream, but with all the ice cream reviews we have been doing, I was actually okay with leaving that behind (I can’t believe I’m saying this!).
And it was a perfect family day.
I highly recommend The Bakken. And let me tell you why.
If you want to go the the Bakken, get the address from below and look it up on yahoo maps. The directions they give you on their website are very poor. And even though I am getting to know my way around done there, the directions confused me.
The Bakken Museum was founded by a man named Earl Bakken (he’s pretty ingenious, huh? Naming his museum after himself and all.) Actually, he is extremely ingenious. He started the Medtronic company which is one of the leading medical device companies in the world based right here in the Twin Cities. If you know someone who has a pacemaker or other heart devices, there is a pretty good chance that Medtronic developed it. And if the engineers at Medtronic didn’t develop that particular device, they still pioneered the advancement of medical technology.
But enough about me defending Medtronic’s existence, I really don’t need to be doing that. What I do need to tell you is about The Bakken Museum. The Bakken Museum explores the history of electricity and the wonders of magnetism. It is located in a large mansion called West Winds on the shore of Lake Calhoun with different rooms here and there and everywhere. You never know when you will run into a set of stairs.
The exhibits are both inside the museum and outside in the gardens. You can learn about the West Winds Mansion itself, the gardens, the history of electricity in Minnesota, electricity in our own bodies, Benjamin Franklin’s electricity discovery. You can also experience libraries and art. The spookiest part of the museum is Frankenstein’s Laboratory. Sir (who is 4) was so freaked out by this little eerie tucked away room in the mansion, that he wouldn’t even walk by it.
Spark of Life Exhibit. This Wimhurst generator is the first machine that draws you into the museum, and you don’t ever really look back.
Even Earl Bakken appreciates Spiderman. How could we go wrong?
Sir is playing a musical instrument. Created by using electricity.
Your reflexes are a part of the electrical system in your body.
Matching heartbeats per minute to different activities and matching different animals’ heartbeats.
Mysteries of magnetism. How cool is that? There are signs all around this TV that say, “Don’t do this at home!”
Exploring the gardens. Full of herbs and plants used for medicinal uses.
Storygirl was excited to do the activity planned in the Green Energy Art Garden, but because it was pouring rain, they didn’t hold this event. Even though she was a bit disappointed, she was excited to play with this thing. Whatever it was. We couldn’t figure it out. Do you know?
And this is where I tell you the story that stuck with me the most.
And it’s all thanks to this little girl! Sweet Girl.
We arrived at the museum at 10:45. It opened at 10:00, but all the activities for the 10 best days of the bakken began at 11:00. So we had 15 minutes to explore. Before we knew it, a lady was calling through the halls, “‘Shocking News about Your Heart’ will start in 5 minutes upstairs!”
Before I knew what was happening, Chris was heading upstairs with the three oldest. So I followed along behind with Squirt. The show was starting by the time Squirt and I made it up there (since it was very important for him to climb the stairs himself), so we sat down in front of the other three.
Without anything for Squirt to do but sit and watch this presentation.
What was I thinking? I looked around and realized that some people were snacking on something. And being the mother that I am, I did a 1/2 second surveillance of the perimeter and discovered the source of the said snack. I sneaked quietly into the adjoining room–the snack room–and loaded up on snacks. When you have 4 children, you look like a glutton.
You don’t believe me?
Then, I challenge you to take 4 bags of popcorn and 2 juice boxes and 2 water bottles without explaining how many children you have.
Take the challenge! I dare you.
Moving on. After noisily settling everyone in (while the show was progressing), we finally were able to take a breath. And watched 2 hysterical ladies portray the masculine history of AEDs (Automatic External Defibrillators–or something like that). At times they would ask for volunteers and each time Sweet Girl would throw her hand up as HIGH as she could. She is
such her mother’s daughter such an excited and willing participant.
3 minutes into the show, Chris found it necessary to remove Sir. So he took Sir out of the Great Hall, leaving Squirt calling behind him. (noisy, I tell you!) I left the girls and brought the littlest one to his daddy and climbed back up the stairs to join the girls.
About this time, they were asking for a brave volunteer again. And once again Sweet Girl was not chosen. I patted her arm and said all the niceties you are supposed to say to a repeatedly dejected little 7 year old. When the child was done volunteering, they then asked for an adult volunteer.
I looked at my sweet daughter and thought, “She would love to see me volunteer.” And suddenly my arm was up.
And they picked me.
Oh, yea! Sweet Girl will be so excited..
With trepidation, I walked the 15 steps to the front of the Great Hall. They asked me to put my foot on the table and to rest my arm on my knee. The sweet lady–or so I thought– placed 2 sticky gray squares on my arm. I was told to relax my hand.
I did. Because I had full faith in these ladies.
They turned on a small device that caused my hand to flinch up.
It didn’t hurt, but it was quite uncomfortable.
Honestly, I was thinking, “It doesn’t hurt that bad. It doesn’t hurt that bad,” repeatedly. Hey, if I can go through labor 4 times, I can have a little volt of electricity cause my muscles to spasm.
without me really understanding what was happening, that sweet lady I told you about?
Yeah, she cranked it as high as she could.
And the little volt of electricity was no long LITTLE!
Before I knew what was happening, I was shrieking. In terror? In pain? In extreme dislike of the sweet lady? I’m really not sure.
But my hand had contracted as far as it was humanly possible. I was being controlled by a shock of electricity shooting through my BODY!
The other lady (who I will no longer call sweet: even though she didn’t send pulsating current through my arm–she still knew what was coming and didn’t warn me) candidly stated, “I do that exact same thing as Gianna.”
Well, isn’t that nice to know!
They asked me if I wanted to do it again.
The rest of the day, I walked around with a buzzy arm.
If you don’t want a buzzy arm, don’t raise your hand if you ever go to Shocking News About Your Heart at the Bakken.
And you want to know what is ironic? They needed 4 more volunteers after my demonstration…And Sweet Girl was picked to be an Atrium of the heart!
A word of advice: If you want to go the the Bakken, get the address from below and look it up on yahoo maps. The directions they give you on their website are very poor. And even though I am getting to know my way around done there, the directions made me nervous.
The Bakken Museum
3537 Zenith Avenue South Minneapolis, MN 55416