As children, my Dad took us to historical sites, museums, battlefields, and towns throughout the eastern United States. It instilled in me a great appreciation for history, and so, I was excited to be visiting one of the most historical sites of World War II.  In the next blog, I will get back to the more fun and joyful experiences of our trip.

Not many people, especially Americans, ever get to experience Hiroshima.  Two things I found most striking – the personal artifacts in the museum, and viewing the city the next day, from a distance, and imagining I was about to see the bomb detonate over the city.  I cried a little after exiting the museum. I am not sure why.  I did not expect to.  Perhaps, after seeing numerous movies and documentaries as a child, about the bomb, the harsh, up close reality of the personal stories and human tragedy shocked me.