The following day, yesterday, April 15th was cold and rainy. We tried to get tickets for entry into the Ford Theatre Museum and the Petersen House but were out of luck. We did however gain admission to the Ford Theatre itself and sat across from the balcony that Mr. Lincoln sat in that fateful day, while a park ranger re-told the story of his death. Very humbling.
|Balcony in Ford’s Theatre where Abraham Lincoln sat the night he was assassinated|
|Petersen House across from the Ford’s Theatre|
We also made it over to the Smithsonian National Museum of American History where one of Lincoln’s iconic top hats was on display.
|The hat Lincoln wore when he was assassinated|
Back in Philadelphia today, we went to the Mutter Museum and won’t you know it? There on display was the “Thorax of John Wilkes Booth”, Lincoln’s assassin.
I must admit that I’m still at a lose to eloquently explain why Abraham Lincoln is so revered (and possibly so hated) in America’s conscience, but I have gained a better appreciation of the man myself.