Green Bay’s ‘The Automobile Gallery’-art with some machismo.

They’re the most commonly used mode of transportation in the US.  Birthed at the turn of the last century, they started off a crudely designed and cumbersome machine, living up to their nickname ‘The horseless carriage’.  Yet, by the thirties and beyond, a good number of their designs caused passers by to admire with double takes, glancing at elegance gracing a city street.

Of course I’m referring to the automobile.  It’s not only what’s under the hood that counts, as far as consumers and enthusiasts are concerned.  I remember as I romped about while I was a kid, being thrilled by the sight of a ‘Smokey and the Bandit’ Firebird.  The painted hood was cool, and quite unique.  Also, I loved the high arching fenders of the ’80s Stingray Corvette, never mind that they could get up and go.

As always, everything about an automobile, from engine and headlights to custom interiors, is designed to be eye appealing.  Stunners have stuck around for quite awhile.  Hence, I haven’t seen an AMC Pacer in eons.

So, when I discover a permanent car display, housed on an old dealership grounds, I understand its curious label.  ‘The Automobile gallery’ is just that, as it highlights the curves and shapes that made many drivers covet these highway travelers.  These machines have been conceived on assembly lines in corporate factories, yet these feats of engineering are surely works of art.

I stroll into a fresh reception area, at the entrance of a building that is stylish in its own right, accompanied by a young lady full of information.  I pay my discounted admission fee of $8, listening to her outline the highlights of the Gallery.  In this reception area, interesting vehicles, such as an old Buick station wagon, start my visit off right.

I turn the corner and my eyes must be wider.  There’s a wide array of automobiles, some auto show regulars, from drag racers that hang from the wall to a ford model A.  Of course, like I said, there are the Corvettes, Mustangs and Camaros I tend to find anytime I find a classic car collection.  However, I discover new cars, well new to me.  Like a muscle car known as an AMC Javelin, and for the movie buff, a 1981 DeLorean, being the time travelling vehicle in ‘Back to the Future”.

I’m absolutely delighted in this modestly sized, well presented, and engrossingly interesting collection of  showroom quality automobiles.

As I reluctantly leave the room, I discover a collection of tables, allowing for gatherings.  Not only is this some cool mesh of auto art gallery meets history museum, It’s also an event center.  I peruse the indoor conference room and outdoor patio. Definitely a winner for a small get together.

I also take a gander at the Boardroom, equipped with plate glass windows overlooking the showroom I had left behind.  With the sports cars below and cool amenities of the Boardroom, I feel like I’m on the set of some James Bond scene.

Such a cool Place!

However, I’m not finished, there are more cars waiting in a smaller room.  I discover an automobile known as the Dearborne Duece.  This car is still being produced in this day and age.  It is a replica of the original Duece manufactured in 1932, being constructed from Detroit steel.

Of all the cool cars, as there are roughly 60 according to my research (somehow I felt there was more) there is something else that gives this fresh new venue an added sense of benevolence.  I see a small group of men, I would assume that have reached the age of retirement, working as volunteers.  I only briefly witness their interactions as one talks to me for a moment.  Yet, in those moments, I sense these men share knowledge, camaraderie and a sense of  purpose void of stress.

The Automobile Gallery is a non profit organization, benefitting from these passionate  volunteers.  I almost get the sense that these men belong to some kind of club.  I’m the only visitor in the building at the time, and these men don’t shun me but encourage me to explore their ‘clubhouse’.

This place makes a statement.  Art comes in many forms and one can’t deny the beauty of these amazing standouts.  Yes, many, such as the muscle cars, were manufactured and appealed to testosterone driven men with a sense of adventure, but these cars are both historically interesting and significant, not to mention stunning.

Like I said, there is an array of automobiles here from the crude pieces that ushered in the automobile age to historic station wagons and sedans.  If your even remotely interested in cars or have boys in your family, I do suggest putting this place on your to do list.  It’s also a great place to have a gathering or celebrate an event.

The Automobile Gallery and Event Center  400 S Adams St, Green Bay, WI 54301

Monday, Thursday-Sunday 9am-3pm


Adult $10

Seniors, Veterans, Children(7-17), Students with ID-$8

Active Military and children under 7 years of age are free.

Kayaking a Local River-nature found in an urban area.

In my last blog, I recently visited a Wisconsin State Park that stirred thoughts, seemingly never so concrete.  The setting of that Park, still fresh in my memory, portrayed an ancient settlement with residents accustomed to harmonizing with mother nature.  I, myself, not being a hunter and a subpar fisherman, imagine those basic survival tasks almost an impossible effort.  However, today, in the most unlikely setting, I sat in my kayak and pictured a life centuries before the settlement of the white man.

No, I wasn’t in Boundary Waters, the legendary paddling destination that is miles from civilization.  I wish I had the guts to go that one alone.  I started my voyage with the aide of a Kayak Launch in a city park known as Green Isle Park.  I can sense your attempt to stymie a chuckle.  Really, once your paddling the murky water, surrounded by budding branches stretching over the  East River, the solitude and a sense of wilderness abounds.

OK, if you head upstream, your going to find yourself under the HWY-172 bridge.  However, subtract the highway noise, that seems to diminish quite quickly after passing the bridge, and there’s woodlands, jumping fish, basking turtles, floating geese, deer picking through the woods and more.

I begin my voyage with an annoyance.  Young men are sprawled over the launch, reclined over the rollers with fishing poles in hand.  I want to say something harsh.  As I am thinking of voicing my disgust, one allows room for my kayak.  I’m still annoyed but I launch into the river water.

Leaving them behind, the setting grips me and dissolves my ill feelings.  I’m paddling up stream, as there is less man made elements, at least after you pass the bridge.  The current is slight and it takes little effort to paddle at a decent pace.  Some of the trees are budding, yet many are bare, allowing me to peer into the woodlands.

Up ahead, near a log, I see a sizeable fish frolicking at the surface.  I’m wondering if he’s fighting a fisherman.  Yet, when I reach the spot I see no one.  Also, on that same log, as I pull up right to it, a brave turtle basks in the sun.

I approach the bridge, and although it takes from my plight to be one with nature, I do love the thunderous drone of cars passing overhead.  I paddle for a while, my instincts tell me to go just a bit further, so I do.  As I reach a bend, I discover two dear grazing the forest floor.  My pictures really aren’t that great, it took me a while to pull the camera app up on my phone.

The sense of peace, on this small leg of the river, is overwhelming.  I see bikers using the east river trail, zooming by.  Birds chirp and the water softly laps my canoe, as I paddle lazily towards nowhere special.  At moments I stop paddling and just take it all in, it’s kind of cool.

I turn around and return.  As I pull my kayak from the launch I accidentally knock two fishing poles over with my craft.  The young men scurry to retrieve them.  I know, I know, love thy neighbor, right.

Its a one of a kind experience, Kayaking a lazy river.  The natural elements bring a peaceful vibe.  I find myself thinking, living off the land might not be that bad.  I don’t intend to do it.  Those days are mostly gone for the majority of the world, yet there’s a harmony I can feel sitting on a river gazing at a deer.

I do suggest, if you have a peaceful body of water around, to set out on those waters and enjoy the serenity.  I think you’d be glad you did.

Aztalan State Park-a cloudy story of a mysterious people.

You know the old real estate motto- location, location, location.  It can pertain to ancient towns as much as it does to the modern cities of the U.S..  The tech, traditions, religions and recreational pursuits may differ entirely.  However, a place with an abundance of resources and an easier life are always tops in any age.

The ancient town I’m Alluding to is known modernly as Aztalan.  It’s actually a Misspelling of a mythical Aztec settlement known as Aztlan.  When it was discovered, men, who found large pyramidal mounds at the sight, figured it was a lost Aztec city.  Their beliefs were misplaced, as it was a settlement of the Mississippian people, yet the misspelled title remained.

Its location inspires dreams of a primitive culture living in harmony, both with nature and each other.  It is a place where one can hunt, farm, fish and forage -providing a very balanced and nutritional diet.

I’ve been craving a historic site, and the weather today was one hundred percent cooperative.   Unfortunately, many cool attractions are closed till next week,  not this one.  It was the location of probably one of the biggest archeological digs in Wisconsin, at least as far as ancient peoples are concerned.  Today, it is on the National Registry of Historic Places.

When I arrive, I’m greeted by a panorama that has never greeted my eyes before.  Large timbers stretch  towards the sky, lined in a matter that forms a stockade.  They surround an emerald green step pyramid (more commonly known as a platform mound).  Between that and the road, dormant prairie grass lies pale in a rolling field that descends to a swift flowing river.

I park and follow a grassy path towards the stockade.  When I reach it, I’m actually stunned.  I’ve seen effigy mounds before, but not to this scale.  I walk around the giant hill and find a staircase built into the side.  I follow the steps to the top.  It lends a marvelous view.

It is not known, since there was no written language of the Mississippians, why these mounds were built.  Some believe it to be religious, others ceremonial.  Whatever the reason, its evidence of a hardworking society.

From there, I make my way to the rapidly flowing river, known as the Crawfish River.  Along a path following the contours of the Crawfish, I find placards outlining what is known about the people who lived here.  They know a little from digs, yet, there is a lot that remains a mystery.  Through carbon dating it is known they lived at the site from the 10th century to somewhere during the 13th, why they left remains unknown.

Some of the placards explain a way of life, at least from as far as archeologists can deduce.  Partially, the location helps understand their mode of survival. As I stand on one bank of the river, facing the opposite, I am aware of a stark contrast.  My surroundings are rolling grassy lands. A different setting of a thick woodland lies on the other side.  One could have used the timbers and hunted on the opposite side and farmed my side.

There has been evidence of houses grouped together, leading to the belief that there was town planning.  It is believed that this was a small town of about 500 inhabitants.

I follow the trail away from the small rolling prairie and am walking through a small wooded path.  I find another mound much like the first, surrounded by a stockade and stepped into a pyramid.

The peacefulness of this picturesque park, even if the trees are bare, stir pictures of purposeful and prosperous lives.  Today there are a few people in the park, as the trails are suitable for walking this mid spring day.  I finish up my tour of the park by viewing a few conical mounds, then make my way to the car.

The park is 170 acres and exploring it takes about an hour.  It was really quite a fun little experience as, like I said, I’ve never seen anything quite like it.  The biggest city nearby would be Madison, I arrived mainly by following Hwy 26 from Oshkosh.  The park was once used for farmland so some of the mounds are restored, as is the stockade.  It’s still pretty cool!


Museum of Wisconsin Art

The city of West Bend is a fairly small and a seemingly down to earth community, baring a population of around 30,000.

With the sense of a diamond set in copper, I found a museum that rarely accompanies such a scene, as I imagine such middle class towns with no-nonsense mentalities.  Yet, the fashionable building, being  laid near a narrow portion of the Milwaukee river, gleams on the landscape like a trendy monument.

You may argue that West Bend is a city that revolves around financial services, such as insurance and banking.  That is true, but many in the town commute or have had factory jobs inside the small city.  It’s main street appears as any in this modern world, without the refurbished buildings of some of the tourism driven towns, just genuine antiquity. It was said, by noteworthy sources such as  ‘Ripley’s believe it or not’, that this city’s economy was so strong that  it avoided the Great Depression.

Alright, enough about the town, and my lengthy lead in.  The Museum I visited in this interesting city was the Museum of Wisconsin Art.  Here, if you consider their feature exhibit, the word art can be used loosely or quite literally.  Take, for instance, the pieces of cycling glory produced by Trek, a Wisconsin bicycle manufacturer.  Or, conversely, the giant Panoramic paintings of Milwaukee born Carl Von Marr.  Both mesh together giving Wisconsinite’s a sense of pride, seeing such relevant conceptions fitting for the world stage.

We enter the museum and are greeted by a friendly and informative receptionist.  Many museums, as I have found, have year-long memberships, and she fills us in on theirs.  This offer is membership for two, for a grand total of $24 dollars.  We become members before we set eyes on the exhibits.

We thank the woman for her hospitality and follow a hall.  Sunlight filters through glass panels, falling upon bicycles and a backdrop of white. Many interesting and significant bikes are lined against the walls in this long and narrow walk.  There is a winner of the Tour de France, a world speed record breaker and a bike once owned by the late celebrity Robin Williams.  Not to mention, off road racers are also presented in this procession, with dirt from the races plastered on the pedals, spokes and frame.

We climb a staircase, as glass panels allow sunlight to stream upon our bodies.  When we reach the top of the stairs, we are set to explore the galleries.

This does not disappoint.  First off, we are met by frontier era art.  From portraits to furniture, I get a feel for the rudimentary,gritty and humble beginnings of our state.  Sprinkled in all of the galleries, trek bicycles stand as center pieces inside the painting graced walls.

After the Frontier pieces, I come across my favorite part of the Museum.  I discover an artist I know I’ve heard of before. When and where I have come across his name is now a mystery.  However, I find that I love Carl Von Marr’s work.  Not only does it display photographic luminosity and detail, but the size of my favorite ‘The Flagellants’  invokes a sensation of standing on the street depicted in the piece.

I proceed to another gallery where I fix my eyes on more recent pieces.  I enjoy much of the work.  It’s crazy to think about, but every piece I’ve laid eyes upon has ties to Wisconsin.  Take that Florence!

There’s also a glass vault that stores many of the museum’s pieces.  I find this colorful and bizarre painting, inside said vault, appealing to my more daring side

The final gallery of the museum features an artist known as Daniel Gerhartz.  This exhibition, known as the ‘Continuum of Beauty’, contains many stunning  oil on canvas portraits.  Literally, I sense more realism in these paintings than the highest pixel resolution photo.

After the final exhibition, we follow the staircase down to the first floor and peruse the gift shop.  The visit was a winner.  For twelve dollars my heart is satisfied, delighting in the rare skill that is featured in this very modern venue.

However, we’re not heading home just yet.

It’s gorgeous outdoors and, in light of last week’s record breaking blizzard, we feel obligated to enjoy some sunshine.  So we venture towards the bridge set across the road, following the passage over the Milwaukee river.  We hit the main street of the town and walk for a bit.  Like I said, this is pretty much a nuts and bolts line up of buildings.

We find a restaurant, with a supper club type vibe, known as the Riverside Brewery.  Sunday brunch, as the day is Sunday, is available from 10-1.  We arrive just in the nick of time.  However, despite the fact that we can order breakfast, I can’t pass up a chance to pick out a local micro brew.  I enjoy their amber ale, and I do mean enjoy.

Take a road trip and enjoy some Wisconsin art in a charming city.

Tues-Sun 10am-5pm

Thursday 10am-8pm

Closed on Monday

Leigh Yawkey Woodson Art Museum-a fitting piece for the community.

When someone mentions Wausau, Wisconsin, a thought rolls through my mind-  North Woods outdoor recreation.  However, along with its outdoor activities, there is a small museum, refined with a reputation of showcasing avian art.

It’s pretty fitting.  I think of Wausau as a rugged outdoorsy type of town.  Why not have a museum that reflects that same image?  The museum’s claim to fame is an exhibition known as ‘Birds in Art’.  However, that international event doesn’t take place until September 8.  No matter, their exhibitions during my visit were more than satisfying.

Their main exhibit, as with all, was a temporary one, showcasing National Geographic photography-‘Rarely seen: Photographs of the Extraordinary’.(At the museum till may 27)  That is enough to draw me to the place.

I remember as a child, I had discovered National Geographic photos of Mt St Helen’s eruption.  Lava and glowing embers were approaching the photographer who took the incredible stills.  He, facing certain death, caught images no living man had witnessed before.  Yet, instead of fleeing he planted his feet firmly in the ground and took his final shots.

Those images did three things for me.  I marveled at the photos, as I thought they were ultra-cool.  Also, I realized for the first time that you don’t have to be a soldier, firefighter or policeman to be brave.  Bravery is found under many hats.  Lastly, I regarded photos in a National Geographic as the pinnacle of photography to this very day.

So, a visit to the Leigh Yawkey Woodson Art Museum was in order.

I approach what appears as a brick, steeple roofed addition to an old elegant Tudor style home.  As I cross the threshold of the entrance, I find a very nonsensical and freshly finished lobby, as well placed double glass doors hint at galleries about to be discovered.  A gentleman greets me cordially, presenting a map.  He fills me in on the exhibits and I am left to guess if I will be pleased.

Instead of entering the glass doors in front of me, opening to the main exhibit, I meander a small hall off to the left.  It is there, behind double doors, that I find the museum’s current bird  exhibit-‘On the Wing-birds in flight’ (At the museum till may 13).  It’s focus, as it seems rather specific, are airborne feathered friends.  A variety of birds are represented here, from swallows to Egyptian geese.

At the mention of art that focuses on birds in flight, I endure a sensation of boredom.  Flying birds are as common as dirt in a field.  However, I change my mind quickly as  these images and the way they are depicted are quite captivating.   I find myself inspecting some of the paintings, sculptures and works on paper, which I regard as interesting, for a lengthy bit.  Presented here, are the beauty, habitats and survival tactics of these winged animals.  The different artistic methods and styles give different perspectives and interpretations of these creatures.

Of my favorites, a swallow skimming the water and a walnut sculpture of fishing pelicans highlight my perusal.  I’m enthralled in this small gallery, fixed upon its seventy pieces of art.  It is quite some time before I move on.

When I do, crossing into the main gallery which houses the National Geographic photos, my spirits, which are already recovering from a dismal week, are raised ten fold.  Literally, the artistry displayed is mind-blowing.  I see many extraordinary photographs, taken by some pretty talented individuals.  From men riding the tusks of elephants to clouds threatening to unleash a tumultuous funnel cloud, this invigorates me.

In order to capture these photos, not only skill is required, preparedness and luck also come into this mix.  Most of the subjects, as you would suspect, are of nature at its most compelling.  Yet, there are a few, like a young girl taking a selfie with the Pope in a crowd, that include the human experience-the Pope is posing for the young lady as she snaps the shot.

There are fifty in all.  The vibrance, seemingly fictitious images and artistry incite my question to an attendant.  “Are these actual photos?”

To which he replies with a smile.  “Yep! All of them are.”  I can hardly believe my eyes and ears.

Lastly, I reluctantly leave the photo gallery behind and descend a staircase to the final exhibit.  Its just as cool, as it features artwork that appears in children’s books.  The name of the exhibit is ‘My friend Eric Rohmann'(at the museum till may 27)  and it focuses on his work.  My favorite, as it was his breakthrough work, is time flies.

Here, I’m familiar with some of the artist’s work,  as I have noticed some of these pictures at Barnes and Noble.

After the final gallery, I’m kind of disappointed.  The art was really enjoyable and the atmosphere was equal to the works.  The place is fairly small, I wish there was more.

If your in the Wausau area, check out this very attractive and entertaining place.  There is no admission cost, its one hundred percent free.

Tuesday-Friday 9am-4pm

Sat&Sun noon-5pm

Every first Thursday of the month 9am-7:30 pm

Hamilton Wood Type and Printing Museum

In this digital era, many gadgets, once common, have been replaced by new technologies.  We all know the power our smart phone has, practically a billion gadgets rolled into one.  I recall a life without that ‘all powerful’ piece of tech, as daily tasks were a tad more difficult.  The compass, the watch, the typewriter and the landline phone have become practically obsolete.

Yet, there are others, as equally important, that may not come to mind. I discovered one museum focusing on a company that produced a mainstay in the world, before personal computers and printers.  This mainstay has been used for over 500 years and the company, itself, opened its doors in 1880.

That company was known as Hamilton manufacturing and, even if it also produced appliances and furniture, it was known as the country’s largest wood type producer.  The company closed its doors in 1993.  With its closing, the historical society of Two Rivers, the town it has always called home, saved the remnants that resided in the factory.

What is wood type?  That’s simple. It is simply a block of wood used to print a character(Such as a letter or number).  It was used for Newspaper headlines into the 50’s, because large metal pieces tended to have uneven surfaces or would crack. It was also used widely for posters into the nineties.

As I enter the place, which is a large open expanse, I don’t feel as if I’m in a Museum.  It’s a throwback to a time where cinder blocks and wood siding were common.  This isn’t some trendy establishment going retro-its genuine.  Its a break from the norm.

It’s filled with wood type art, which I find interesting.  But of course, what’s most interesting are the bulky machines I see off to my right, as I receive a little history from a staffer.

I learn, from this staffer, that Hamilton’s competitive edge was holly wood.  No, not the celebrity laden city in California.  The wood from a holly tree proved perfect for presses.  Hamilton, after discovering this, bought out his competition and his company blossomed with the design of many other products.

The staffer concludes her brief intro and I’m free to ramble across the concrete floor.  As I have already mentioned, I find the metal monsters used to manufacture the wood type.  There are placards informing me what these were used for.  I find it all a bit technical, I’m not really a woodworking junky, but it’s cool.

After the cutting, sanding and what not, I’m left to appreciate the final products.  I find it incredible that these were created, almost to perfection, in such an early age.

When I was young, My grandparents owned an abandoned farm.  I’m not sure what their intentions were, as it had a farm house, barns,  fields and a swampy woodland.  I just remember the barn being full of antique tractors and machinery.  Also, the house had storage uses, as radios from the thirties and other used items always captivated me.  That’s kind of how this Museum strikes me, almost an old warehouse holding Items that have no place in the modern world.

To prove this point, I find a room full of appliances and furniture, all proclaiming the Hamilton name.  They’re not restored.  There’s rust, scrapes and scratches on the furniture and signing.  However, they look as if I could still find a use for these relics, if need be.

I make my way from the furniture and appliances, once built in Two Rivers, and find  a cool collection of printing presses.  The linotypes are my favorite, kind of like an enormous typewriter.  I look at the antique, cumbersome, and monstrous machinery, thinking that at one time, in the technological evolution of our world, that this was cutting edge.  In the upcoming days, I will write of my experience on something incredibly smaller.  My device is able to communicate text and display color photos, all with the click of a button.

I leave with an appreciation of this modern world.  The digital era has made it so much easier to communicate, versus the days of the tedious printing presses.  So much, these days, can be communicated, whether we appreciate every sentiment or not.

This is a great place to visit if your in the Two Rivers area.  I think this would be a great learning opportunity for any child who utilizes social media.  I truly believe the fact that, once before TV and Radio, an eight page newspaper connected people would blow a kids mind .  It kind of blows mine, what would I do if I couldn’t follow Donald Trump’s boisterous tweets.

Tuesday-Saturday 9-5

Sunday 1-5

Closed Monday

Admission $5 Children, veterans and seniors $3.

The Packer Hall of Fame-Green Bay’s shrine

Green Bay has one identity in pop culture, being the smallest city an NFL team calls home.  I guess it beats being known as the Toilet Paper Capital of the world, which is a  tagline the city has received.  I prefer Title Town, a title earned during Vince Lombardi’s pursuit and capture of five NFL championships in the 60’s.

However, in this city, it’s a little beleaguering thinking of all the commercial and governmental aspects that incorporate the Green Bay Packers.  There’s a couple of streets labeled after past head coaches, an elementary school known as Lombardi, businesses  with names like ‘titletown’ or ‘Packerland’ and Packer memorabilia everywhere during football season.  Even the local Walmart sells cheese heads and Jerseys.  I kid you not, in my fridge sits the remains of a six pack from Title Town brewery, an Irish Red named after Johnny ‘Blood’ McNally.  Its actually really good.

That being said, as a child there were two things I did on Sundays, during the fall and early winter months.  The first thing was go to Sunday school and Church.  After that, I would sit down and watch the packers play.    I remember hoping during that upcoming week the packers would get their crap together and, maybe, just maybe, eek out a win.  Many times I was left with disappointment.  The 80’s weren’t the best time to be a packer fan, but I was, and am, through and through.

So, a Green Bay Packers hall of fame visit is as natural as drinking water.  In this day and age of hype and publicity, sometimes its hard to separate truth from fiction.  Truth-the Green Bay Packers are a historic team, filled with traditions and grid iron legends.  Its in the name of their Iconic stadium-Lambeau Field, named after the founder, player and coach Earl ‘Curly’ Lambeau, who guided his teams to an unrivaled six championships.

I walk up to the ticket counter, located inside the Stylishly uplifting expanse that is the atrium of Lambeau Field.  I pay my fifteen dollars and make my way into the exhibits.  As like many Museums I’ve visited, the first features are modest but interesting, getting you primed for the main event.

I find a wall, highlighting the typical work week of a Packer player, Monday through Sunday.  Also, on an adjacent wall, I scope out  equipment worn by players through the ages, from dog-eared leather helmets to a progression of footwear.  Front and center, however, is the ‘state of the art’ equipment used by today’s players.

I turn a corner and find an Escalator, heading to the fun part of the Hall of Fame.  On the second floor, starting on the left hand side of the large room, the story of football in Green Bay begins.  It was born with the first organized game, played in 1895 in Hagemiester Park.

It doesn’t take long to discover Green Bay’s first winning team, coinciding with a dark time in American history.  The 1929 team is commemorated in a small case, as more  exhibits run along the walls showing the early championships of Lambeau’s era, most captured during the Great Depression.  Here I find some very cool artifacts, like Game worn jerseys of players whose busts reside in Canton.

Among the placards and artifacts, I find an Ironic bit of history.  In the first forty-two years of existence, Green Bay played one home game in town during December .  For those who don’t know, the Packers have a great record in Lambeau Field during the month of December.

Moving from the Lambeau era, my envious eyes feast on the most notable portion of Green Bay’s legendary history.  It’s the Lombardi era and it features the Packers’ five championships won by the coach and GM, plus the loss in Lombardi’s first championship game.  I am envious because this was my grandfather’s and father’s Packers, winning in an era where television broadcasts had just begun bringing people football.

There’s plenty of hardware and stories of the, almost mythical, teams Lombardi coached.  My favorite collection is Bart Starr’s donations, including his leauge MVP trophy.  The fact that he has donated so many personal awards is telling of the man, which is why an autographed photo, made out  to me from the legend, resides in my writing room.

Tributes to Lombardi and the Ice Bowl, the Iconic NFL championship game against the Dallas Cowboys, are also in this section.

Little time is spent with the 70’s and 80’s.  As a matter of fact, two decades of Packer futility is commemorated in one case.  Bart Starr’s contribution to the Packers as head coach is recognized here.  I didn’t realize it was 9 years of his life.

Two large cases pay homage to the two Super Bowl victories I was privileged to witness, in 1996 and 2010.

At the very end of the exhibit area, a timeline of the many venues the packers have called home are highlighted.  Yes, there were plenty before historic Lambeau Field.  From minor league baseball stadiums and horse tracks to old City Stadium, I learn that some stadiums held as few as 5,000 people.  Of course the population of Green Bay was around 40,000 people at the time.

I head down stairs and find bronze footballs, commemorating each Packers Hall of Fame inductee. I enjoy this as names I remember from my childhood bring a smile.  Players like Johnny Gray and Gary Ellis are probably long forgotten by football fans outside of Green Bay.  Here, my memories are jostled and I remember plays that thrilled me in my younger years.  Past that, cases stand in tribute to the twenty four packer legends in the Pro Football Hall of Fame in Canton.

At the very end of the tour, I am enveloped in a circular room full of championship trophies.

Like any museum, the hall tells the story of an important part of the community, being that the Packers are community owned.  This is a simple trek through the ages that mainly focuses on the great years of the franchise.  It also brings to light many favorite players that tons of die hard fans appreciated.

Mon-sat 9am-6pm

Sun 10am-5pm

Adults $15, Seniors $12, Military $12, Youth (12-17) and students $12, children (6-11) $9 Children 5 and under free

you can also purchase your museum ticket with a tour of the stadium for a discount.