The Discovery Room is full of interactive, hands-on projects and devices to help you understand the principles behind photography. There are mutoscopes, phenakistoscopes, zoetropes, praxinoscopes, and stereoscopes. Look for the posted access times and “scope it out!” You will enjoy finding new perspectives.
As would be expected, Mr. Eastman kept records of everything – 145 boxes of written material alone! You are welcome to study him and the things that interested him in the George Eastman Archive and Study Center at the far end of this floor. There is a photo cutout of Mr. Eastman sitting on a sofa in the entryway to the archives. It’s a photo opportunity … a Kodak moment to remind you of your visit to the Museum.
The third floor of the house presently contains staff offices, and is not open to the public, but it had multiple uses while Mr. Eastman was alive. He stored his hunting and fishing equipment there. He had a kitchen where he could bake his favorite lemon pies and work out recipes for things he could fix easily while camping out. He had a darkroom and a smoking room where he reviewed the latest motion pictures. His niece’s children and their friends could run and play throughout the third floor, and that’s where the Christmas tree was placed for their delight.
Before you leave, one last word on George Eastman. These were written by John Slater, a University of Rochester professor and author, at the time of Eastman’s death:
“He was … a man of restless energy and imperious will; … a good shot, a lover of camping and wildlife, proud of his own cooking and his guns, able to enjoy with equal zest the rough ways of the wilderness and the luxuries of wealth; a patron of art, who spent money like water for music that he loved and music he could not understand; a businessman who tolerated – sometimes – the eccentricity and egoism of genius; a genial host, a welcome guest, who disliked publicity and would seldom make speeches, even of thanks; a handsome bachelor who respected all women, admired a few, but loved his mother best; a citizen who wished to make Rochester the best city in the land for children to grow up in; fond of bright flowers, old masters and old friends.”