Demolition of the Terrace Galleries requires that the lions move to the Queen's Park frontage, where they may be seen today.
Since the doors officially opened on March 19, 1914, 5 million visitors have walked through the galleries.
During one of the coldest winter seasons this 2013-14 our family braved the elements and decided to collectively journey over to our most beloved attraction in Toronto: The Royal Ontario Museum. It has been a difficult at best winter and the desire for outdoor activities decreased and the...
My friend, artist, and teacher, Margaret Ann [Clark] Fecteau told me this story. It is both funny and tragic, and took place, I think, in the late 1970s. The ROM had at that time a gallery on the archaeological periods of Ontario before European contact. Among the dioramas was one depicting the...
The ROM tour had come to an end. My grade seven classmates and I descended to the lower level to collect our winter coats and galoshes. At the bottom of the stairs, I saw a skull, sitting rather haphazardly on a small stand in the hallway. On one side of the skull was a hole, neatly cut about...
When I first visited the ROM, I was only 7 years old, so that was 6 years ago. I was a child, so I had no idea that things from over 100 years ago, can be preserved. I remember when I saw the dinosaur exhibit.. My eyes were WIDE OPEN. The way I felt that day, was unforgettable. The whole day, I...
ROM's plans to make the galleries and exhibitions accessible are accelerated with help from many people. Christine Karza, Board Member, and Cheryl Blackman, seen in the video, have championed the initiatives.
When my son was small enough to be carried in my arms for the day, I started taking him to the museum. He soon had his favourites. We'd linger at the Nile crocodile, the Maiasaur, the little piece of forest floor in the middle of the beetles-and-butterflies room, the desert changing from day...
A subtle feeling of anxiety crept over me every time I passed by that large globe in the Geology gallery. The Earth was described as a mere speck of dust, and I felt cold and alone. Somehow, this experience was a seed for new feelings of veneration that developed as I grew older. These feelings...
William Thorsell muses on the aims of the new project for renewal.