(Quick shout-out to the fall 2013 intern class! We're a pretty proactive bunch, re-starting the intern blog [more info to come!] and the Intern Games, and getting this tour to happen. Good work, folks!)
We met up with Terry, the archivist, and her intern Cassandra and were immediately led into an office area where all historical photos are kept. Man, if I had a few hours to browse through there! Terry told us a little bit about her classification system for all the images she has and pulled out some photos from the Athens 1896 Opening Ceremony. So cool!
But after that came the really, really cool stuff. Terry took us down into the basement of the building that houses USA Shooting to where all the things are kept; uniforms, torches, medals, pins, merchandise, posters, film, etc. It's a magical land that sort of looks like prison.
|Los Angeles 1984 and 1932-themed display for one of the Team USA Houses in Sochi.|
|Participation medals from Los Angeles 1932 (left) and Barcelona 1992 (right).|
|U.S. Olympic team poster for Nagano 1998. I'm OBSESSED!|
|Salt Lake City 2002 gold medal for women's curling.|
The torches came out next!
|From left to right; Beijing 2008, Torino 2006, London 2012.|
|Bronze medal from Atlanta 1996.|
I was basically in Olympic nerd heaven, which was only exacerbated by the emergence of...
|A pin from the Tokyo 1940 Olympics that were cancelled due to World War II.|
"Terry, do you have any medals from 1980?"
"I don't have any from Moscow, but Lake Placid I do."
"Oh, uh, yeah, that's -- I mean, Lake Placid. That's what I was -- yeah."
And after a brief period of rooting around in boxes, during which I got kind of sweaty and jittery and had to restrain myself from watching over her shoulder while she searched... I had a Lake Placid 1980 Olympic gold medal hung around my neck. (No, seriously, Terry actually hung the medal around my neck as if I won it.)
Eric Heiden and the Miracle on Ice hockey team. Holy. Freaking. History. I'm still not over it. Pretty sure I'll be emotional about this for a good chunk of forever. *sniffle*
However, that wasn't the end of our tour, as Terry showed us a photo album one of the American athletes kept during Stockholm 1912.
Somehow, at the end of the tour, the 1980 medal made its way back into my possession and I got to
We left the archives and had the pizza Terry ordered for us (as if helping me check an item off my bucket lists wasn't enough, she fed me too!), and that was it.
So, y'know. It was a pretty okay way to spend a couple hours.