After our quick trip for produce, Luiz and I are off to pick up Margarete (who is now becoming our travel buddy) and head through the city to a place unknown to me. Where are they taking me? What will I see? We only get lost once and soon we arrive at Memorial do Cerrado. We park the car and again begin walking. The entrance to the park is beautiful with a red posted fence along a nice pond stocked with regional fish. In the corner of the pond, under the tree the fish have all congregated for our viewing. (OK maybe to stay out of the heat of the sun) We register at the
front desk and begin our journey into the history of the region. It is a pleasant museum of sorts with stuffed animals, minerals, and artifacts from the Goias State. We spend some time touring around the inside the building. Next we step out back where they have created a ancient village. You can tell they are doing some remodeling by the cans of paint along the unpainted wall. The rest of the wall is a mural of a traditional village. Across from the wall is an actual walled and ceiling structure which we head towards to explore. Inside we find a treasure of antiques including a school room, newspaper office, trading post, and living quarters. Each of the rooms set up the way they may have been years ago and we spend quite a bit of time looking around and remembering. (Also trying to figure out what a few of the items are)
Once we are finished with our find, we walk across an old wooden bridge where there is a second set of building. These building show the living quarters and some great artifacts in the courtyard and barn area. It reminds me of the thrashing festivals of Albert City Iowa and how my family history is so involved in thrashing. What wonderful memories and I know my dad has been to them in the recent past so I am happy they are still around. I also wonder if there is anyplace like this in NW Iowa with the history of the region. I think there are probably hidden gems throughout the United States.
The security guard shared with us that the tiles to roof the huts were made by taking clay mud and forming it on the people thighs. Letting it dry and set thus they became knows as thigh tile. Very interesting as you can see the thigh shape in the tile.