As a born and bred Victorian, I’ve been going to the museum for as long as I can remember. After university, I moved to Alberta for a few years and looked forward to every visit home. My mum was a teacher, so I had extra time to spend with her, but my dad worked a regular 9-5, so it was harder to get one-on-one time with him. At some point, we started doing “daddy-daughter days” when I’d come back, so I’d always try to time my visits with his flex days to ensure we got our quality time together. Daddy-daughter days always seemed to end up revolving around whatever new exhibition was up and running at the Royal BC Museum and, of course, chicken wings and beer at a nearby pub. The fact that we’re museum compatible (slow, methodic, and happy to spend hours reading each and every little plaque and piece of signage) is just a bonus. I’ve since moved back to Victoria and now get to see my folks much more regularly, but I still look forward to our special days together. And sometimes we even invite mum to tag along.
Pictured with my dad, Ray, in the Egypt: The Time of Pharaohs exhibition, June 20, 2018.