Cameras are no stranger to me. My dad is a photographer, my mom scrapbooks, and two of my siblings have now taken up photography professionally. I grew up with a camera in my face; we never left the house without one it seems. Growing up, it was annoying, but I've had my own camera for years and am now the one taking an annoying amount of pictures (my last trip I took nearly 800 pictures in a week!). I now know the value of these photographs and am grateful for the memories I have, past and present, because of them.
Kathleen's Vacation Bookbag: Something Old, Something New
As always, at the start of any trip, my bookbag rides jauntily in the front seat--a revered traveling companion, crisp and full of good intentions. But by the end of the journey, it is shoved down by my feet, bloated, unused, and unwanted like the sibling that you’re sick of.
What would summer be without a road trip? You know, sitting with your family (or friends, Scout troop, church group, etc.) in a car (or van or bus) for hours and hours of cornfields, wheat fields, cow pastures, and billboards. All to see the wonders of America: The World’s Largest Prairie Dog!
Although I am an avid reader and lover of books, the one genre that I cannot get into is the classics. However, to be a well-rounded reader, everyone should read at least a few of this genre. If any of you are like me, you find most classics B-O-R-I-N-G.
Over the last few weeks, we have watched nests being built, baby birds being protected, and fed by their parental units. The baby birds learn to fly and eventually leave their nests for their own adventures. We identified the birds as barn swallows, but that part isn't as important as the inspiriation they provided for this post.
After the surprise popularity of videos like Librarians Do Gaga, I find myself wondering, do people think librarians don't have personality? Everyone is shocked that librarians 1.) listen to Lady Gaga and 2.) would make up Weird Al type music videos for her music. Why wouldn't we? Librarians are pretty cool. Gone are the images of a the shushing, old lady or a fetching librarian of romance novel ilk. I know that these perceptions still exist. One only has to look up librarian in Google and you'll understand my point. But these images are far from accurate depictions.
The Raytown Library Adult Book Group is going to read The Soloist for their August meetings. This is a heartwarming story about a newspaper columnist that finds a musical prodigy, homeless, on Skid Row.
Sometimes the library isn't the quiet place it used to be. It's taken over by programs, decorations, and a general sense of fun. Occasionally, though, the staff needs a break from all the hectic activity. Where does a page go to escape from it all? Somewhere safe and calm, that's where. Especially if he fits in the book drop.