Since childhood I have been interested in rocks and minerals. Nearly every time I walked over the the Platte River by our farm, I came back with rocks picked up from its banks or sandbars. The dread question when adults would come to visit was, ”Do you want to see my rock collection.” Politely, they would say yes, and then endure a seemingly endless discourse about each rock in my collection. Mom would usually come to their rescue much to their relief.
The interest hasn’t faded and is shared by my grandson. Not far from his home is the Rice NW Museum of Rocks and Minerals. Nearly every time we get together, it includes a trip to this fabulous museum. It’s signature piece is “The Alma Rose” featured in the photo above. We have a great time looking at the minerals and reading the captions. Indeed, I do have rocks in my head.