American History Museum
The history museum includes several galleries housed within a replica of the Revolutionary War building known as The Temple in New Windsor, New York.
Recently renovated the building houses the semi-permanent and changing seasonal exhibits: A Bird in the Hand: The Carvings of A. Elmer and Cleon Crowell, from East Harwich.
The Gene A. Schott Gallery includes hand-painted lead soldiers that depict the uniforms, arms and insignia of such famous units as the Green Mountain Boys, the 4th Massachusetts Regiment, and the 53rd New York Volunteers known as the “Zouaves”. There are several dioramas as well displays of military weapons.
The exhibit Going Places will run from April 6 - October 18, 2009. Displays will include the culture, evolution, and eventual demise of horse-drawn transportation, from the early nineteenth century, through the industrial revolution, and into the 1900s and the dawn of the automobile age. The exhibit was made possible through NEH on the Road, a special initiative of the National Endowment for the Humanities, and was sponsored by the Mid-America Arts Alliance. Going Places was organized by the Long Island Museum of American Art, History and Carriages at Stony Brook, New York.
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