Well, it’s that time of year again.
We’ve all seen the ads and we’ve all heard the commercials. Some of us can’t
stop talking about the elephant in the room, some bemoan that it seems to creep
earlier and earlier every cycle, and some just wish it were over. Whether you
anticipate or dread it, none of us can deny that now, in late-October 2016, we
are smack-dab in the middle of - pumpkin spice season.
Over a Decade of 535+ Newspaper Columns by Librarians in Norwood, Massachusetts
Thursday, October 27, 2016
The Spice of Life
Liz Reed is the Adult and Information Services Librarian at the Morrill Memorial Library in Norwood, Massachusetts. Read Liz's column in the October 27, 2016 edition of the Norwood Transcript and Bulletin.
Thursday, October 20, 2016
The Library: Striking a Chord
Kirstie David is a Simmons College graduate LIS student at the Morrill Memorial Library in Norwood, Massachusetts. Read Kirstie's column in the October 20, 2016 edition of the Norwood Transcript and Bulletin.
When I was child I spent so much time at the library it felt like a second home. As the years passed, other pursuits such as afterschool activities and part-time jobs began to monopolize the free time I had happily spent lost in books. During high school and college the library became relegated to a more utilitarian role – a place to study in peace or conduct research. After graduating, I found my way back to using the library for fun. Yet throughout my life and wherever I go the library has always been a resource I am aware of and a place I feel welcome. I was surprised to learn that this is not a universal experience. When a friend bemoaned that she was going broke buying DVDs for her young children, I asked why she didn’t just go to the library. She said she didn’t have the time or patience to hunt for them. My recommendation that she search the online catalog and simply place holds was a revelation. Yet in all the time I was singing the praises of the library, it never occurred to me to set my sights on becoming a librarian. Luckily, I finally had a revelation of my own and enrolled in Simmons’ School of Library and Information Science.
When I was child I spent so much time at the library it felt like a second home. As the years passed, other pursuits such as afterschool activities and part-time jobs began to monopolize the free time I had happily spent lost in books. During high school and college the library became relegated to a more utilitarian role – a place to study in peace or conduct research. After graduating, I found my way back to using the library for fun. Yet throughout my life and wherever I go the library has always been a resource I am aware of and a place I feel welcome. I was surprised to learn that this is not a universal experience. When a friend bemoaned that she was going broke buying DVDs for her young children, I asked why she didn’t just go to the library. She said she didn’t have the time or patience to hunt for them. My recommendation that she search the online catalog and simply place holds was a revelation. Yet in all the time I was singing the praises of the library, it never occurred to me to set my sights on becoming a librarian. Luckily, I finally had a revelation of my own and enrolled in Simmons’ School of Library and Information Science.
Thursday, October 13, 2016
Comfort and Joy in the Writings of Ann Hood
Charlotte Canelli is the library director of the Morrill Memorial Library in Norwood, Massachusetts. Read Charlotte's column in the October 13, 2016 edition of the Norwood Transcript and Bulletin.
I wish I
had thought to spend my 60th birthday having as much fun as author
Ann Hood has. By the time she turns 60 this December 9, she will have
celebrated with 60 cupcakes with 60 different book groups.
Thursday, October 6, 2016
The Path to Publication
Nancy Ling is an Outreach Librarian at the Morrill Memorial Library. Read the published version of Nancy Ling's column in the October 6, 2016 edition of the Norwood Transcript and Bulletin.
Many years ago my Grandmother and Great Auntie Babe decided
to take my cousin and me for a hike up the Blue Hills. We were seven or eight
years old. It was one of those memorable days, not because of the weather (hot
and sticky) or the prediction (a warning to watch out for rattlers). No, it is
engrained in my memory because of the silly conversation we had along the way.
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