The Constitution Center

I saw so much in the historic district. I walked where Benjamin Franklin walked, stood in the hall where the Constitution was hammered out, held my breath in front of the Liberty bell and shed tears as I viewed a monument in memory of the emigration of the Irish during the devastating famine. I, like so many others, wish I had asked more questions of my mother. Her mother, Nancy Elizabeth Hampton Bates was a first generation American, a tiny Black Irish spit fire, who died when my mother was only eight years old. In the end, for this post, I have decided to share several posters I photographed in The Constitution Center' massive foyer.