Imagine growing up without a public library in your town. Never attending a storytime, program, or book club. Having to buy every book you thought you might enjoy, only to find that you're falling asleep twenty pages in, instead of checking it out for free. No place to go at 8:00 p.m. to checkout a book the night before a book report is due. For people in this city, it sounds like fiction. But for the characters in Escape from Mr.
As we near the holiday season, thoughts generally turn to family gatherings. If you are like many families, you may have lost loved ones recently, so you may not be looking forward to these family gatherings. While there are many ways to cope with loss, one way I have found (and genealogists may agree) very helpful is to look at photos of past holidays.
I love watching A Christmas Storyjust as much as the next guy during the holidays, but this year I am on the prowl for your not-so-normal Christmas movies. Thanks to Google and our online catalog, I was able to pin down a list of titles that serve Christmas up in the most unconventional way:
I have a rather touching story to tell about an incident from this past summer. Being the joyous holiday season and all, this is a great time to share it. It began with a phone call I received from a woman who resides in North Carolina. She was calling to inform us that she had been on an airplane flight back to her home, and when she reached into the little pocket behind the seat in front of her to browse through the SkyMall catalog, she discovered a book.
One of my most vivid Christmas memories is of my grandmother. Most everyone can say that, I suppose, but this one doesn’t involve going to her house for Christmas. My grandmother, Dorothy Perry, lived in Los Angeles for most of her life. We lived in Kansas City. I grew up during the 1950s and 60s, and travel to Los Angeles was quite expensive, as were as long distance telephone calls (you paid by the minute). As a result, I didn’t get to see or talk to her very much.
When I was in 9th grade, I had my first formal introduction to the world of William Shakespeare. It was an unmitigated disaster. I was assigned to read Romeo and Juliet for my English class, and every moment felt like torture. My teacher wanted us to analyze all the characters and their motivations. And then there was the language.
When I was younger, it was a tradition in most families to go downtown and look at the decorations and the store windows. If you did not have a car, you rode the bus. This was a tradition that could be found in towns and cities across the United States.