Summer brings thoughts of vacations and trips out of town. However, it is not always possible to leave town for an extended vacation. Those of us living in or near Kansas City are fortunate to have a variety of places we can go for short get-a-ways. Whether you are looking for outdoor fun, shopping and dining, or a touch of history, it all can be found in the Kansas City area.
Motorhome or RV? Whichever name you choose, it is a fun way to go camping. It is not "roughing it." In a motorhome, you have all of the modern conveniences at your fingertips, and you can camp in style! Driving a motorhome is a bit of a challenge. Ours is about 8 ft. wide, so you have to allow for around 3 extra feet on the sides and a lot more in length. Our first trip out, we discovered that you have to swing wider to go around curbs, and even shallow ditches are a big bump!
Whether by Plane, Train, Automobile, RV, Cruise Ship, or Motorcycle; MCPL Can Help You Plan Your Perfect Vacation!
My husband and I really enjoyed our vacation to sunny Florida! It was great to visit with family and see God’s vast creation as we rode our Harley through the Ozarks, along the Gulf coast, and back through the mountains. Attending the 2012 TPC at Sawgrass was also a real treat. As usual, we started off with excitement and enthusiasm, looking forward to all the beautiful scenery and enjoyable moments. The ride through the swamps, along the Gulf, underneath canopies of live Oaks along plantation lined drives… WOW! We live in such a beautiful country! We took our
On August 16, 1862, the Battle of Lone Jack was fought. For years, the Lone Jack Branch has fielded questions about this battle. That posed a problem for the library staff. In spite of the fact that it was a somewhat significant battle, and Harry Truman was instrumental in the creation of the Lone Jack Battlefield Museum, not much had been written about the battle.
Growing up in USSR, our kitchen was wallpapered with newspaper – a sign of poverty. Cocking my six-year-old head, I would pick out the prettiest shapes, asking, "What is this letter?" I learned how to read from the writing on the wall. Picture books were a luxury, so when I finally went to school, I "swallowed" my school books. Then, I discovered a town library – a musty dark room, crowded with old books, which could be checked for a week – a far cry from the library today.
Hello, Readers, and happy May to you. Late one recent evening, I laid in bed with the window open wide and inhaled the familiar, indefinable scent that one instantly recognizes as belonging solely to summer. A warm breeze brushed my face, and insects buzzed and bumped the screen. I breathed deeply and slowly.
I was first introduced to the magnificent artwork of Graeme Base years ago when I brought his book, The Eleventh Hour: A Curious Mystery, home to share with my children. In fact, I was so enthralled with the book, I purchased it. The artwork alone is enough to keep me interested, but his storyline is fascinating too. I love mysteries, and trying to solve this one is just plain fun.
On a recent visit to Spain, I found living proof that the Mediterranean diet works. Walking through the streets and people-watching, I couldn’t help noticing that the population, as a whole, is incredibly fit and active. There are very few overweight people. For years, scientists have noticed that Mediterranean countries have less obesity and the related health problems: hypertension, cardiovascular disease, cancer, and diabetes. The key seems to be the diet.
On a recent visit to see my grandkids, I learned that my oldest granddaughter was reading The Hunger Games series. She explained that the school librarian had given her the 3-book boxed set. After a little prompting from her mom, I learned that the set was an award for being the only student in her school building to have read all of the Mark Twain Award nominee books. Of course, this former teacher—turned—librarian grandmother was thrilled to hear that news. She was excited to have been able to vote for her favorite.
In the spring of every year, my Dad would plant a garden. Dad always used heirloom seeds. He would save the seeds from the vegetables every summer. He would spread them out on a wire screen and let them dry. He would then put them in small jars to use the next spring. About 6 to 8 weeks before the last expected frost date in our area, Dad would get his seeds out and get them started in tin cans indoors. By the time the weather was just right, he would transplant them into the garden. He always had a beautiful garden!
