I've always considered the Royal Ontario Museum a "home away from home".
The first time I visited the ROM from my home in New York State, I was awed by the building, the grand entrance off Queens Park Circle. I remember the beautiful visitors' hall and reception desk, but the exhibitions were incredible!
It was the late 80's early 90's and dinosaurs were everywhere. TV shows, cereal boxes, toys - you name it. Most importantly, there was an exhibit at the ROM which coincided with treasures on display from King Tut's tomb.
My first visit to the ROM was in 1996. I came here as a grad student and the ROM was the first on my "must visit" list. I kept hearing, "They have a great Chinese collection!" I went, and I was wowed!
One of the best days I have at the ROM is getting a first-hand look at the meteorites that have been to the farthest reaches of space and time.
About 35 years ago my sister and I were new to Toronto. Once when I was visiting my sister at her house in the west end, we stopped on the front porch to talk to her neighbour who was also on her front porch with her three year old son.
My parents had a defined set of family activities that we would do together. One of these was visiting the Royal Ontario Museum.
I met my husband when we both were involved in the Scarborough Gilbert & Sullivan Society and their production of Yeoman of the Guard.
The grade fives of the Mississauga Christian French School visited the Royal Ontario Museum to participate in the Social Studies school group program.
The memory is fleeting but it seems to me the gallery that housed the ROM’s mummy Anjau was much more spacious and brightly lit when I first visited him 26 years ago.
The first time I visited the ROM would have had to have been in the early 90's. I was still quite young and I remember the old entrance and the feeling of walking into a very impressive and antiquated space.
This is my grandaughter Sasha on an early visit to the ROM. She has since enjoyed many sessions of March Break camp, Summer Club, and even a sleepover with her mother, who enjoyed such programs in her day.
When I was a girl in Grade School, my parents allowed me to take the bus and streetcar, by myself, down to the Museum every Sunday afternoon.
When I was a kid, I was lucky to live close enough to the ROM to visit it on my own. And I did, frequently.
When I was appointed to the ROM Library in 1983, I began exploring the archives to learn about the people who had built the Museum. Among the special collections was one for the first director of the ROM of Archaeology. He was a messy man.