You can feel it in
the air, you can smell it on the crisp morning breeze – Autumn has arrived. The Fall season means different things to
different people: to parents and their children, it means the back-to-school
hustle and bustle. To gardeners, the
season means harvest and preparing the ground for a winter respite. For others, this is the time to enjoy changing
leaves, picking apples to bake apple pies, and hot beverages on chilly
mornings.
Over a Decade of 535+ Newspaper Columns by Librarians in Norwood, Massachusetts
Thursday, September 25, 2014
The Season for Stitching
Liz Reed is an Adult and Information Services Librarian at the Morrill Memorial Library in Norwood, Massachusetts. Read Liz's column in the September 25, 2014 edition of the Norwood Transcript and Bulletin.
Thursday, September 18, 2014
Vermeer - Master of Light
Charlotte Canelli is the library director of the Morrill Memorial Library in Norwood, Massachusetts. Read Charlotte's column in the September 18, 2014 edition of the Norwood Transcript and Bulletin.
Johannes
Vermeer died at the age of 43 in 1675. He left his wife and family of ten
children in debt and certainly could not have been considered a financial
success. Although it is believed that
Vermeer may have produced as many as 60 works of art, only 35 known paintings remain
known to the world. 21 are housed around
the globe and the majority are housed by museums in Europe. Another 14 of them are owned by institutions
or private collections in the United States. One of those is, of course,
missing. The Concert was stolen from the
Isabella Gardner Museum in a notorious theft on March 18, 1990.
Thursday, September 11, 2014
Boys Will Be Boys
Norma Logan is the Literacy Coordinator at the Morrill Memorial Library. Read Norma's column in the September 11, 2014 edition of the Norwood Transcript and Bulletin.
The day my grandson was born, 6 years ago in September, I knew that the pink frilly clothes, dolls and tea sets from my three daughters would have to continue to stay retired in the closet.
I would have to start all over with collecting cars, trucks, and boy things since I had not had any sons. The first toy/book that my husband and I bought for our new grandson was a board book in the shape of a tractor, wheels and all. More books and toys followed. That was the easy part. As time went on, and I watched his development, it became clear he did not respond or act in any way that resembled my three girls. As he is now approaching his 6th year, it is more apparent.
The day my grandson was born, 6 years ago in September, I knew that the pink frilly clothes, dolls and tea sets from my three daughters would have to continue to stay retired in the closet.
I would have to start all over with collecting cars, trucks, and boy things since I had not had any sons. The first toy/book that my husband and I bought for our new grandson was a board book in the shape of a tractor, wheels and all. More books and toys followed. That was the easy part. As time went on, and I watched his development, it became clear he did not respond or act in any way that resembled my three girls. As he is now approaching his 6th year, it is more apparent.
Thursday, September 4, 2014
California's Trembling Hills
Charlotte Canelli is the library director of the Morrill Memorial Library in Norwood, Massachusetts. Read Charlotte's column in the September 4, 2014 edition of the Norwood Transcript and Bulletin.
In 1984, an earthquake
hit Northern California on April 24. The Morgan Hill quake was situated on a
less famous fault than the San Andreas, the Calaveras Fault, which runs along
the San Jose area (south of San Francisco and a bit to the west). It registered 6.2 on the Richter scale
and resulted in damages in several communities,
San Jose among them.
At that time, my daughters and I lived further north in the East Bay area of San Francisco, near the American Canyon. We might have felt a jolt, but it wasn’t particularly memorable.
In the fall of 1984, we moved south to the foothills of Mt. Hamilton, near the epicenter of that very Morgan Hill quake. Later, in the spring of 1985, I distinctly remember an earthquake that rocked my house with enough force that I ran for the doorway of my sleeping daughters’ bedroom. That quake is not even mentioned on any significant earthquake list except the United States Geological Survey, which lists hundreds of quakes between 2.0 and 6.0 in both 1984 and 1985.
At that time, my daughters and I lived further north in the East Bay area of San Francisco, near the American Canyon. We might have felt a jolt, but it wasn’t particularly memorable.
In the fall of 1984, we moved south to the foothills of Mt. Hamilton, near the epicenter of that very Morgan Hill quake. Later, in the spring of 1985, I distinctly remember an earthquake that rocked my house with enough force that I ran for the doorway of my sleeping daughters’ bedroom. That quake is not even mentioned on any significant earthquake list except the United States Geological Survey, which lists hundreds of quakes between 2.0 and 6.0 in both 1984 and 1985.
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