I hate to say, but I haven't been to the Pioneers Museum since a field trip in fifth grade, and I imagine most of you are in the same boat.
For those out of the loop, feel no shame, show no fear, and head on down, because the museum has some really cool shit inside.
There's the completely restored court room from the early 1900s that beats the crap out of any staid and grey box across the street. Everything, including the mechanical chairs, is carved out of wood, and giant female deity-like paintings titled "Gold" and "Silver" — and conspiratorially rocking painted swastikas — sit on each end of the room. I spent 10 minutes geeking out before I had to drag myself away.
There's the restored carriages in the hallways. There's the functioning elevator circa-1913 that would fit right in on the Titanic, and take you straight down to it could it but reach. There's rows of guns: muskets, Colt .45s, repeaters, carbines and muzzle-loaders. Amazingly intricately carved, mahogany clocks and bureaus that weigh hundreds and cost thousands.
There's rotating exhibits, there's death masks, there's W.S. Stratton's boots, there's artifacts from George Washington (yes, that one), Abraham Lincoln (same) and you know what else? There's no admittance fee.
Go give them your money, and look for some of the following: