tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23619317.post8307009630129970925..comments2024-03-08T01:37:39.323-05:00Comments on Getting Stitched on the Farm: Friends, Bibliocraft + a New Book GiveawayKristin Nicholashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09038900681076035087noreply@blogger.comBlogger61125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23619317.post-45411558365338891112014-04-28T11:53:22.145-04:002014-04-28T11:53:22.145-04:00Oh no---I forgot to provide my contact info---my R...Oh no---I forgot to provide my contact info---my RavID is brenda0312. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23619317.post-23180550147518662622014-04-28T11:51:44.852-04:002014-04-28T11:51:44.852-04:00I live within walking distance of my public librar...I live within walking distance of my public library and it is one of my favorite things about living here. I have to admit, though, that I am in love with their electronic catalog. No matter what time of the day of night, I can download a book or audiobook on my Kindle or tablet no matter where I am. It is truly magic---20 years ago, who would have imagined this technology would be out there? Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23619317.post-52361576784993265602014-04-23T14:25:44.296-04:002014-04-23T14:25:44.296-04:00I had such an amazing experience in libraries that...I had such an amazing experience in libraries that I became a librarian! I adored being surrounded by information and the librarians were always the perfect combination of helpful but never intrusive. I'm old enough that I remember when I graduated from the children's section to getting the coveted "adult" library card - WOW! So many more stacks to peruse.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23619317.post-73453441640036167092014-04-21T22:33:18.091-04:002014-04-21T22:33:18.091-04:00~ hi Kristin,
Thank you for the great book review....~ hi Kristin,<br />Thank you for the great book review.<br />A favorite library story is when I was six years old & went with my Mother to the South Londonderry Library with her, in Vermont.<br />A special treat that it was just me, without my brother or sister. The library is still the same to this day, a small house, with a porch and screen door that creaks like Summertime and crickets when you open it! I was a VERY shy child. Once inside the library, my Mother went to get a book from another room, and I just stood in the hallway, not knowing which way to go. It felt like I was there a long time, but then the Magical Library Lady came to me, (Miss Eleanor Janeway) smiled, took my hand, and said "I think I know where you belong.") Of course, she knew my Mother, it was a small town. The next thing I know, I am in the Children's Room, at a low table painted white, and on the table is a handmade little bookshelf, with a whole set of little green hardbound books,...... all the 23 books by Beatrix Potter !! <br />Oh, joy !! That was magical indeed. I wanted to take out ALL of them, that day. But Miss Eleanor explained that was the only set and other children would like to take them home to read too. So, I had to decide, which animals would I read about first ? That was very difficult. Usually, I was a very compliant child, but Beatrix Potter books?, I wanted them all! Finally, Miss E made an exception and let me take home three books at a time, instead of two, Mrs. Tiggy Winkle, Tale of Two Bad Mice and Squirrel Nutkin.<br />That visit began a lifelong admiration for Beatrix Potter. It was a special day, because at age six, I was issued my very own library card. Years later, I met Jane Morse, at the Castine Library in Maine, when Jane hosted an event of The Beatrix Potter Society. I made two loaves of bread in the shape of Peter Rabbit, with raisins for eyes. It was the first time I ever made homemade bread, at age 28. I was delighted that Jane wrote me later that it made excellent toast the next morning at her B&B. I have had many Nanny positions over the years, and I always read Beatrix books to the children. The South Londonderry Library began in 1902. I hope they are still stamping the books with the blue ink stamper. <br />I looked at photos of the library recently, and I do believe the same low white table and chairs are in the Children's Room!<br />Library ladies are magical! ~<br />Best,<br />Shell ~<br />YarnSoup@yahoo.com<br /><br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23619317.post-9723458269687901272014-04-21T20:19:24.566-04:002014-04-21T20:19:24.566-04:00As a little girl we went to the library every Wedn...As a little girl we went to the library every Wednesday. We could only borrow 3 books at a time otherwise my Mom lost track and Tuesdays were a hunt for the books. As an adult, library's are my go to for audio books, how to books, and pleasure reading. The librarians are my go to people- often I only have a fragment of a title or subject and they are able to connect the dots. Librarians are a towns hidden treasures!<br />Johalley on RavAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23619317.post-50853569439555150262014-04-21T16:06:03.414-04:002014-04-21T16:06:03.414-04:00My Dad took me to the library one night each week....My Dad took me to the library one night each week. He'd sit in the car to wait, and I would browse the tiny little children's section of the library (housed in one half of a small (2 other rooms) schoolhouse)by myself. And I became a librarian ... who loves to craft. Thank you for your continuing generosity. bookboxer at gmail dot com<br />dhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12123726453567044779noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23619317.post-27178251288149745022014-04-21T13:09:41.585-04:002014-04-21T13:09:41.585-04:00Libraries are such wonderful places. We frequente...Libraries are such wonderful places. We frequented our town library often when I was growing up and I remember checking out up to 20 books at a time. During the summer I read voraciously. One of my jobs was to hand-water all the young trees and bushes on our property - we did not have a drip system or sprinkler system. As I waited for each "trough" around each tree to fill with water, I would read. I wish I new how many books I read while watering over 100 trees every couple of days all summer long! The book Bibliocraft looks like an awesome book. :) <br /><br />Tricia<br />tfankell6@gmail.comtjfhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01767028004292737573noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23619317.post-80881970817890818882014-04-21T05:29:22.940-04:002014-04-21T05:29:22.940-04:00Rav Id berrygal
My favorite memory was sitting In...Rav Id berrygal<br /><br />My favorite memory was sitting Indian style pulling books off the shelf surrounded by library smell.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23619317.post-23215990467656897992014-04-21T00:45:12.428-04:002014-04-21T00:45:12.428-04:00When I was little we lived in Anaheim California. ...When I was little we lived in Anaheim California. It was the 1960s Anaheim when it smelled of orange groves and honeysuckle blossoms. Our mother had not yet learned to drive so the borders of our world were defined by Wilken Way and South Haster Street. One day, a Book Mobile parked on our block. My mother helped all five of us inside where we each of filled out a library card. I coarsely and quickly scrawled my name in pencil across the line the card provided, then checked out my first book: Black Beauty. We waited each month for the bookmobile to return eager to explore its wooden racks for new books of every kind.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17847614969895188402noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23619317.post-41953075285626828082014-04-20T22:46:42.864-04:002014-04-20T22:46:42.864-04:00I have always loved to read! When I first learned ...I have always loved to read! When I first learned to read I would go to our local library, which was within walking distance. every chance I got. I would go and find a book and just sit down on the floor and start reading. When it was time to leave I was always so sad but would take books home and read there too. <br />Because of physical issues I couldn't play like other kids and so books, and the library, became my best friends.Grammie Mhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10278119945474279331noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23619317.post-55838589999411857392014-04-20T19:23:54.013-04:002014-04-20T19:23:54.013-04:00Kristin I'm glad you can tease out such wonde...Kristin I'm glad you can tease out such wonderful stories about books and libraries. My story is about our home library. As graphic designers, my husband and I couldn't resist buying books either for their content or their design. The other day I thought I'd weed out a few shelved books to find home for the newer books. Books are like friends, so I knew it would be hard to do the weeding. My husband died recently and the discovery of his slips of paper or repurposed envelopes to mark a page has offered me a connection to him I treasure. Needless to say I can't give away any books now. Let the piles remain. Ravelry name: churncreekladyLizhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02574764253663212632noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23619317.post-16183228016823852742014-04-20T16:03:30.746-04:002014-04-20T16:03:30.746-04:00It is hard to pick a favorite library story as I a...It is hard to pick a favorite library story as I am a librarian and work in a library almost every day. So I'll just pick a recent story. I work in a college library and at the end of every semester, we have a finals study break for the students. This year, we added a stress relief table for the whole week of finals. The table was stocked with play dough, coloring pages, markers, origami supplies, and more. Every morning I looked forward to seeing what they had created the night before. I'd love to add some true library-themed crafts to the table this year - this book might be just the thing!Janellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02428803651280506435noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23619317.post-71522477587231171592014-04-20T02:23:48.721-04:002014-04-20T02:23:48.721-04:00I absolutely love my libraries. I can go and read...I absolutely love my libraries. I can go and read a book or better yet get a book on audio and knit the day away!cjrgeminihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11392830253552525340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23619317.post-62333756999777608962014-04-19T20:57:09.206-04:002014-04-19T20:57:09.206-04:00Our town library was the first place I was allowed...Our town library was the first place I was allowed to go to by myself (it was a few streets away from home). It was in an old house and each room housed different kinds of books. In junior high I found the Shakespeare plays and fell in love. I count as one of my parenting successes that my sons also love Shakespeare's plays! I actually earned a masters in library and information science in 1997, specializing in children's literature, but never ended up leaving my college job (graduate school advisor in the Career Center). Still, I have accumulated my own library at home - lots of children's books and books about knitting, sewing, crafts of all sorts! ctashton at colby dot eduCatehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10490536529181813682noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23619317.post-32165246752595639962014-04-19T19:18:41.719-04:002014-04-19T19:18:41.719-04:00Posting for Louise -
I could not read the no-robo...Posting for Louise -<br /><br />I could not read the no-robot words and I am hearing impaired so I could not hear the audio. I will try again later but here is my answer:<br /><br />I was born a logophile and raised a bibliophile. In other words, I love words. I love libraries. I love bookstores. I even dream about bookstores. <br /><br />I love words, whether mellifluous, rough, or plain, blunt or flowing, assertive or discreet. I love them when the sound matches the meaning and perhaps more when it doesn't. (How can pulchritude mean beauty?) I loved the collective rhymes, rhythms, and meter of words, and their synonmyms, antonyms, homonyms. I love words' roles: nouns, verbs, adverbs, etc. Words are delicious -a smorgasbord bounty for communication.<br /><br />My library story -a new insight about words: I worked at Hartford Public Library in Connecticut while I was a college student. Talk about bounty! The world's best words surrounded me. Heaven! Haven! It was there that I found a tiny book that stole my heart. Letters to a Young Poet. by Rainer Maria Rilke. I devoured it, practically memorized it. Two years later, I decided I needed my own copy. I bought one and...was...very disappointed. Had I changed so much that those words I had loved didn't "work" for me anymore? How could it now seem flat, ungainly, unbeautiful? <br /><br />Can you imagine what I learned when I looked at my old beloved copy at the library again? Translations matter. I was, in the parlance of 1969, blown away by the discovery that I had first read a beautiful translation and had subsequently purchased disenchantment. This idea. What an idea! Translations cannot be word-for-word translations, exactly because we have so many synonmys, precisely because of culture and idiom, and the nuances within and between languages, and more. And it is even more complex when translating poetry and other creative writings. The translator must be an artist, too, in order to bring the author to the reader. And so a new idea and an abiding fascination was added to me, the young logophile. <br /><br />One last word. I am 66 years old and I just found the word logophile today. That's because of your blog, Kristin. Thank you. A new word is a gift. Delicious.Kristin Nicholashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09038900681076035087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23619317.post-19861415131949258032014-04-19T19:17:28.627-04:002014-04-19T19:17:28.627-04:00Posting for Laurie Murphy -
I checked your blog t...Posting for Laurie Murphy -<br /><br />I checked your blog this morning and read about Bibliocraft by Jessica Pigza and felt here was a book that combined my two favorite things - reading and crafts. When I was a little girl the only place I was allowed to go on my own was the little lending library where I spent hours picking out books. I lived with an aunt that taught me knitting and these two gifts have been the mainstays of my life. I read to my daughter when she was little and she too developed a love of all things literary. I became a teacher and had my daughter as a student ( way harder on her than me). After college, she became a librarian at our local library and is now the librarian at the school where I taught. Small world indeed! One of the best gifts I ever came up with to give her was a small wooden chest decoupaged with pen and ink illustrations from her beloved Winnie the Pooh books. Ironically I was about to go to the library and then the yarn store ( she would like some fingerless mittens!) when I read your blog first. This is definitely a book for both of us. Thank you for always inspiring your readers . Laurie MurphyKristin Nicholashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09038900681076035087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23619317.post-18753537295673407612014-04-19T18:13:47.517-04:002014-04-19T18:13:47.517-04:00I grew up in a book loving family. My mother would...I grew up in a book loving family. My mother would go to the library every week and fill her wagon with books.My first job was as a library page, and my mother became a librarian when her children were raised. Now I mostly listen to audio books while I work (I do sewing). As a teenager, I read things like Dickens, which I enjoy much more now.Lorrainehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17429742099406818428noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23619317.post-75620653601381115862014-04-19T17:59:16.041-04:002014-04-19T17:59:16.041-04:00Books and libraries are among my earliest and fond...Books and libraries are among my earliest and fondest memories. If it isn't moving I read it. I worked in the campus library in college and walking into a library or book store today makes my heart beat faster. I am very proud of the fact that both of my children are avid readers and hope to help future grandbabies love libraries and books as well. Teresahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05392565909659168486noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23619317.post-73406630097486019322014-04-19T16:33:09.926-04:002014-04-19T16:33:09.926-04:00I love libraries and bookstores; however, my favor...I love libraries and bookstores; however, my favorite reading memory will always be of my 10th grade English class and "The Bishop's Candlesticks." I told my mother about this great short story from my class. When I mentioned Jean Valjean, she knew I spoke of Les Miserables. The next day she purchased Hugo's novel for me. She handed it to me and said here is your bishop's candlesticks; I think I did a double take and probably gulped a couple of times, but I did read the entire novel and loved it. It will always be my fondest book/reading memory and a special remembrance of my very special Mother.<br />barblt99@ yahoo.comBarb T.https://www.blogger.com/profile/04409518879875699836noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23619317.post-1680083744217804742014-04-19T16:07:36.099-04:002014-04-19T16:07:36.099-04:00One of my fondest memories of the library is liste...One of my fondest memories of the library is listening to Dylan Thomas' "A Childs Christmas in Wales". Our library had a great listening library,turntables, headphones, little cubbies, you could get totally lost in your own world.<br />Casey @ashefamily@yahoo.comCaseynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23619317.post-21194114057376074422014-04-19T12:58:03.567-04:002014-04-19T12:58:03.567-04:00What a very cool book!
The first "big" ...What a very cool book!<br /><br />The first "big" trip we were allowed to take alone on our bikes was to the local library (all of a mile away) and I'd check out the limit and pedal back home to read them all as fast I could. Worked my way out of the children's section by the time I was nine, I think.kayteauhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03067310179369670643noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23619317.post-10584233054257470012014-04-19T10:23:50.271-04:002014-04-19T10:23:50.271-04:00I have fond memories of visiting the library with ...I have fond memories of visiting the library with my pre-school daughter who had quite an appetite for books and still does. She would stride into the children's section, with arms swinging and a big smile and announce, "I'm here!!!!" in a sing-song voice. The librarians always greeted her warmly and brought her to the desk where they had set aside some books that she thought she would like. Her favorite was "The Stupids Step Out". She bought the book for her own children.Tootsienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23619317.post-81667184520172065312014-04-19T09:53:07.890-04:002014-04-19T09:53:07.890-04:00I grew up in a non-reading family. I found my love...I grew up in a non-reading family. I found my love (need) of books at my elementary school library. Little House on the Prairie is my first memory of reading and rereading a book. There were several editions on the shelf but there was one that I felt was mine. And I would wait until it showed back up before I would borrow it. :)<br /> I found To Kill A Mockingbird early in my high school years. When it was assigned reading-I had already read it twice. It was and is my favorite book. I feel it shaped me in my worldview and my loves- 6 kids and husband of 32 years. My husband is a man of great integrity and my kids gave grown into adults that live out the ideals portrayed in the book.<br /> My first grandson is named Atticus. :) And my grown children are living lives of grace and acceptance of people around them.<br /> I am so glad I found you and your blog. It is a wonderful addition to my rich life. I can't wait to read this book-she sounds like a kindred spirit. deb.ruble@gmail.comDebhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03454599692660429948noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23619317.post-31084976533308699942014-04-19T08:57:49.247-04:002014-04-19T08:57:49.247-04:00When I was growing up my grandparents had a cabin ...When I was growing up my grandparents had a cabin on a lake. This lake was near a small railroad town with a library. We are farmers/ranchers so the only time we got to go to the lake was if it rained (&we couldn't be outside working). So if it rained my mom would put all 4 of us in the car, my dad would jump in & off we would go -5 hour drive! Then at the cabin we would go to the library and (joy!) check out books (Box Car Children was a favorite)my parents would play cards and chat while the rain thrummed on the tin roof & we could spend hours & hours on the beds READING! (At home that wasn't allowed-too much work to do!) The library was a place of treasures where we could wander through & pick out anything our heart desired. Rav I.D. EttennaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23619317.post-42473463697454488122014-04-19T08:47:09.312-04:002014-04-19T08:47:09.312-04:00I was born a logophile and raised a bibliophile. I...I was born a logophile and raised a bibliophile. In other words, I love words. I love libraries. I love bookstores. I even dream about bookstores. <br /><br />I love words, whether mellifluous, rough, or plain, blunt or flowing, assertive or discreet. I love them when the sound matches the meaning and perhaps more when it doesn't. (How can pulchritude mean beauty?) I loved the collective rhymes, rhythms, and meter of words, and their synonmyms, antonyms, homonyms. I love words' roles: nouns, verbs, adverbs, etc. Words are delicious -a smorgasbord bounty for communication.<br /><br />My library story -a new insight about words: I worked at Hartford Public Library in Connecticut while I was a college student. Talk about bounty! The world's best words surrounded me. Heaven! Haven! It was there that I found a tiny book that stole my heart. Letters to a Young Poet. by Rainer Maria Rilke. I devoured it, practically memorized it. Two years later, I decided I needed my own copy. I bought one and...was...very disappointed. Had I changed so much that those words I had loved didn't "work" for me anymore? How could it now seem flat, ungainly, unbeautiful? <br /><br />Can you imagine what I learned when I looked at my old beloved copy at the library again? Translations matter. I was, in the parlance of 1969, blown away by the discovery that I had first read a beautiful translation and had subsequently purchased disenchantment. This idea. What an idea! Translations cannot be word-for-word translations, exactly because we have so many synonmys, precisely because of culture and idiom, and the nuances within and between languages, and more. And it is even more complex when translating poetry and other creative writings. The translator must be an artist, too, in order to bring the author to the reader. And so a new idea and an abiding fascination was added to me, the young logophile. <br /><br />One last word. I am 66 years old and I just found the word logophile today. That's because of your blog, Kristin. Thank you. A new word is a gift. Delicious.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10761773808585143173noreply@blogger.com