Reaney Days

Reaney Days

Monday, December 17, 2012

SAVE THE DATE!!!

Under the heading of "I know it's early but....."  SAVE THE DATE for St. Johnsville's premier spring event....FLAPJACKS and FAIRYTALES:Pancake Breakfast and Basket Raffle;  Sunday, April 14, 2013!!

Saturday, December 8, 2012

Gift Giving

Gift Giving
People often assume that I have an extensive personal library. Actually, my personal library is limited to a particular genre, children’s Christmas and Hanukkah books. I have been collecting them for the last several years and this year gathered many of them to one spot creating a book tree for my living room. The “tree” will remain up throughout the winter and I look forward to many a chilly night tucked up with a quilt and a cup of hot tea perusing my collection.
A friend frequently tells me that I have to get with the times and get a Kindle. Sorry, but I’m not ready to take that step just yet. I spend so much time reading a computer screen in the course of my work, I look forward to holding an actual bound paper book in my hands and slowly, with great anticipation, turning the pages. Besides, try building a Kindle tree! It would not be the sameJ
Books make a wonderful gift and I hope they are included on your shopping list for families and friends. In visiting family over Thanksgiving, my daughter and son-in-law gave me a copy of the latest Wimpy Kid book, the Third Wheel. I loved it and smiled the entire way home. 
 
 
 

Saturday, December 1, 2012

Introducing...


A Lady of Mystery


For years Marta and I have been gazed upon by the portrait of a beautiful woman with a long, graceful neck, lovely upswept hair and a serene gaze.   Library lore told us that she was Dorothy Mather, grandmother or great grandmother of Judge Augustus Beardslee.  In fact, that information was written on the back of the painting.  It turns out that information was incorrect.
Locally, everyone knows about the castle, the supposed ghosts and the electrification of St. Johnsville but the family tree was not as readily known.  Over the summer Marta tied on her genealogy cap and began to dig into the Beardslee line.  Utilizing our collection, reliable on-line resources and Town of St. Johnsville records (thanks Town Clerk Lynn Stever!) Marta was finally able to properly identify “Grandmother” Beardslee as Faith Brewster Pardee.
 
Faith Brewster Pardee was born November 18, 1746 in Connecticut, a descendent of the Pilgrim, William Brewster.  Faith married Captain Samuel Pardee in 1769.  They had 9 children including oldest daughter Lavinia and son Samuel Augustus.
Lavinia married John Knickerbocker Beardslee.  Lavinia and John were the parents of Judge Augustus Beardslee, and grandparents to Guy Roosevelt Beardslee.
 
The Faith Brewster Pardee portrait passed through her son Samuel Augustus Pardee’s line to his decendant, Dorothy Mather,  who ultimately donated the painting to the library.
Ladies and gentlemen, it is with great pleasure we introduce Faith Brewster Pardee, a lady of mystery no more. 
 
 

Friday, November 30, 2012

Deck the Halls...

Today staffers Patrick and Maggie decorated the Christmas tree in the children’s room. Strings of popcorn are part of the decorations each year. I assure you, we do not sit around stringing corn year after year but rather save it for reuse. Actually, the corn that we are now using is 25 years old! Yes, you read that correctly. Marta and some library friends strung it a quarter of a century ago in the fall of 1987.
Now, here is the secret to our Christmas corn. It was popped using a hot air popper, thus no oil to become rancid. Once popped, it was left to sit for a week and then strung with a needle and thread. If you try and string it fresh it will break. We store it in brown, paper grocery bags in a cool room. While the smell and taste have long since faded, I sampled it every year for the first 8 years until it started to taste like Styrofoam, it still looks lovely on the tree.
Stringing corn…..a wonderful way to spend an early winter’s night with family and friends.
 
 
 

Monday, November 19, 2012

The Woman Behind A Thanksgiving Classic


The woman behind a Thanksgiving classic.
LYDIA MARIA CHILD


 
Lydia Maria Child, Wayland's famous author and abolit ionist, was born more than two hundred years ago, but it wasn't until much later that she was nominated by the Wayland Historical Society and inducted into The National Women's Hall of Fame, Seneca Falls, NY.  Child was inducted in ceremonies October 5,2002.
 
Child who is known for her work in the women's rights and antislavery movements and for her pioneering role in children's literature, was a Wayland resident for the last twenty-seven years of her life. Born Lydia Francis in Medford, Massachusetts in 1802, she adopted the middle name "Maria" and preferred it to "Lydia" all her life. She was educated in Medford public schools and spent a year in seminary, but it was her brother, the Rev. Convers Francis, a leading Transcendentalist, who was her most important educational influence.

 
Child's first book, Hobomok, a romantic novel that dealt with the then scandalous notion of an Indian warrior in love with a white woman, catapulted her to fame when she was just 22. Because the novel used Colonial-era historical material as background, it has been called New England's first historical novel. With the publication of Hobomok and the appearance a year later of The Rebels, Child became a literary sensation.
 
Child's successful literary career came to an abrupt end in 1833 when she published “An Appeal in Favor of That Class of Americans Called Africans”, often cited as the first antislavery book. In it she reviewed the history of slavery. She insisted that slavery had an evil impact on both slave and slaveholder, and she outraged her Boston friends by describing Northerners' prejudice against blacks and the segregation that existed in Northern cities. As a result, subscriptions to Juvenile Miscellany were cancelled and Child was forced to resign as editor. Her readers stopped buying her books. The Boston Athenaeum trustees revoked her library privileges. Nevertheless, long before Harriet Beecher Stowe's “Uncle Tom's Cabin” was published, Child's book won many converts to the antislavery cause.
 
She married David L. Child, a young lawyer and editor for the Massachusetts Whig Journal. David was an idealistic young man, whose editorial opinions got him sued on more than one occasion and even jailed, and whose business schemes always seemed to turn out badly. A firm abolitionist and true believer in women's rights, he was proud of his wife's achievements and never limited her freedom to write or work, as many husbands of the period might have. But his reckless business ventures kept the couple continually in poverty and debt. Throughout most of their 46-year marriage, Maria was the major family breadwinner

 
In her two-volume work, “The History of the Conditions of Women in Various Ages and Nations”, Child considered the roles and cultural limitations of women from Biblical times through to her own era. She argued that in many different settings, women's influence had benefited these cultures morally and economically. Her book encouraged contemporary women, to widen their world and to work politically for Abolition. Hundreds of women followed her advice, collecting signatures on antislavery petitions-the first political action most of them had ever taken.
 
In a letter to Elizabeth Cady Stanton in 1866, Child outlined her arguments in favor of the vote for women, pointing out that women were taxed and women were prosecuted by laws which they could not take any part in making. In 1870 Child was a founding member of the Massachusetts Women's Suffrage AssociatioAs the Civil War drew to a close Child worked to help the former slaves make the transitions that would be necessary in their new life. Her contribution was “The Freedmen's Book”, a collection of readable materials-biographies of black leaders, stories of fugitive slaves and practical advice from the author. Published largely at her own expense, the book was priced cheaply so that the freedmen could afford it. All profits were plowed back into future editions. She worked to send teaching materials, books, etc. to the former slaves.
 
In 1853 the Childs moved to Wayland so that Maria could take care of her aged father. On his death the house on Old Sudbury Road was theirs and for the first time, after years of moving, the Childs had a home of their own. Lydia Maria Child formed warm friendships with a number of local residents: the Rev. Edmund Hamilton Sears, minister of the First Parish Church and author of the hymn, "It Came Upon a Midnight Clear",  and her little next door neighbor, Alfred Wayland Cutting, who grew-up to be Wayland’s well-known photographer.
 
She died on October 20, 1880. Wendall Holmes gave the eulogy in a simple service at her home. She was buried beside her husband at North Cemetery.
 
n. In her lifetime Child published more than fifty books, plus short stories, poems, articles for periodicals and newspapers.  So much of her writing was more suited to the tastes of her contemporaries than to today's readers that it is hard for us to grasp what a literary giant she was in her time. The North American Review, the leading literary periodical of the time, commented "We are not sure that many woman of our country could outrank Mrs. Child. Few female writers, if any, have done more or better things for our literature."
 
Child's prominence in the Boston literary scene won her  such friends as Edgar Allen Poe, Poet John Greenleaf Whittier, and Transcendentalist Bronson Allcott, indeed all of Louisa May Alcott's family. Ralph Waldo Emerson sent her complimentary tickets to his lectures. Editor Horace Greeley was so impressed with her “The Kansas Immigrants” that he interrupted a Charles Dickens serial story to publish it. Women Suffrage leaders Elizabeth Cady Stanton and Lucretia Mott were among those she counted as friends.
 
Lydia Maria Child is probably best remembered today for the Thanksgiving children's poem, "Over the River and Through the Woods to Grandfather's House We Go".

 
Thank you to the Wayland Historical Society, Wayland, MA.  
http://wayhistsoc.home.comcast.net
 

Thanksgiving Poem




Over the River and Through the Woods

Original title: A Boy’s Thanksgiving Day

 

1. Over the river, and through the wood,
to Grandfather's house we go;
the horse knows the way to carry the sleigh
through the white and drifted snow.

2. Over the river, and through the wood,
to Grandfather's house away!
We would not stop for doll or top,
for 'tis Thanksgiving Day.

3. Over the river, and through the wood-
oh, how the wind does blow!
It stings the toes and bites the nose,
as over the ground we go.

4. Over the river, and through the wood.
with a clear blue winter sky,
The dogs do bark and the children hark,
as we go jingling by.

5. Over the river, and through the wood,
to have a first-rate play.
Hear the bells ring, "Ting a ling ding!"
Hurray for Thanksgiving Day!

6. Over the river, and through the wood-
no matter for winds that blow;
Or if we get the sleigh upset
into a bank of snow.

7. Over the river, and through the wood,
to see little John and Ann;
We will kiss them all, and play snowball
and stay as long as we can.

8. Over the river, and through the wood,
trot fast my dapple gray!
Spring over the ground like a hunting-hound!
For 'tis Thanksgiving Day.

9. Over the river, and through the wood
and straight through the barnyard gate.
We seem to go extremely slow-
it is so hard to wait!

10. Over the river, and through the wood-
Old Jowler hears our bells;
He shakes his paw with a loud bow-wow,
and thus the news he tells.

11. Over the river, and through the wood-
when Grandmother sees us come,
She will say, "O, dear, the children are here,
bring pie for everyone."

12. Over the river, and through the wood-
now Grandmother’s cap I spy!
Hurrah for the fun! Is the pudding done?
Hurrah for the pumpkin pie!


 

 

Saturday, November 10, 2012

Veterans Day


Veterans Day


From ancient Greece comes these words of the Statesman Pericles “I would have you day by day fix your eyes upon the greatness of your country until you become filled with the love of her; and when you are impressed by the spectacle of her glory, reflect that it has been acquired by men who knew their duty and had the courage to do it.”


In 1944, in describing the Normandy invasion, journalist Ernie Pyle wrote, “Darkness enveloped the whole American armada.  Not a pinpoint of light showed from those hundreds of ships as the surged on through the night toward their destiny, carrying across the ageless and indifferent sea tens of thousands of young men, fighting for….well, at least each other.”


In the wake of September 11th, 17 year old Ryan Smithson, a graduate of Columbia High School in East Greenbush joined the Army Reserve.  Two years later he deployed to Iraq as an Army Engineer.  In his book Ghosts of War, Smithson wrote “We’re a platoon full of simple GIs.  We’re not Airborne Rangers or Special Forces or even Infantry.  We’re Army reserve engineers and we have more invested in our lives outside than inside the military.  I am only one of these simple GIs and I am nothing special.  I am a copy of a copy of a copy.  I’m that vague, illegible, pink sheet on the very bottom of carbon paper stacks.  They will not make movies about me.  There will be no video games revolving around my involvement in the war.  When people write nonfiction books about the Iraq war, about the various battles and changes of command, I will not be in them.  My unit will not be mentioned. I am just a GI, nothing special; a kid doing my job.  I am one soldier and I stand in one squad in one platoon in one company during the battalion formation.  And we’re in this together.  Our wives and girlfriends are home.  Our moms and dads and siblings left behind.  All we have is one another.”


On this Veterans Day remember the sacrifice, service, duty and many times, injury and death, paid by the men and women, boys and girls, sons and daughters who we honor. As we go forward let’s envision a world which, grown weary with fighting, affirms the life of every human being and so moves beyond war.  Only fools would elect to forget the expensive a lessons of war and we are neither a community nor a nation of fools.

Thursday, November 8, 2012

Christmas Box Books


Christmas Box Books
 
Would you and your family like to share some wonderful stories over the holidays?  If so, we invite you to sign up for Christmas Box Books.  Each box will come with an assortment of Christmas stories, recipes and simple craft projects.  The boxes will be ready the week of December 3rd and will not be due back until after the New Year.  Call the library at 518-568-7822 to reserve your box.

New Books Added!!

 
Adult Fiction
Julie Garwood
   Sweet Talk
 
Nelson DeMille
   The Panther
 
Patricia Cornwell
 Bone Bad
 
Bill O’Reilly
  Killing Kennedy
 
James Patterson
 NYPD Red
 
Michael Koryta
  Prophet
 
Mitch Albom
 The Time Keeper
 
Carolly Erickson
   Unfaithful Queen
 
Charles Robbins
  The Accomplice
 
Sandra Brown
   Low Pressure
 
Stuart Woods
 Severe Clear
 
James Patterson
Zoo
 
Brad Thor
 Black List
 
John Grisham
 The Racketeer
 
Debbie Macomber
   Inn at Rose Harbor
 
Karen Kingsbury
The Bridge
 
Young Adult & Children’s
 
Harlan Coben
  Shelter
   Seconds Away
 
James Patterson
Max
 Fang
Angel
Nevermore
 
Hugh Brewster
            882 ½ Amazing Answers to Your Questions about the Titanic
Gordon Korman
 Collision Course
S.O.S
Unsinkable
           
Bethany Roberts
    Double Trouble Groundhog Day
 
Jan Dobbins
    Driving My Tractor
 
Kazuno Kohara
  Here Comes Jack Frost
 
Laurie Calkhoven
     I Grew Up to Be President
 
Deanna F. Cook
            Kids’ Multicultural Cookbook:  Food and Fun From Around the World
 
David L. Harrison
 Pirates
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Friday, October 26, 2012

Thursday, October 25, 2012

Mayor Kraft


The other day I was having a Facebook “conversation” and the name of our wonderful, late mayor, Wilfred Y. Kraft, came up.  Since October is the month when the spotlight is shown on our local fire departments and the great work they do I wanted to share my memories of a very special individual; a singularly unique gentleman who was absolutely committed to this community he called home. He was Mayor Kraft to me and in return he would address me as Library Director Lamphere. He was a good friend, an incredible storyteller, a proud volunteer fireman and always comported himself with dignity and grace in his role as mayor. 
Frequently, Mayor Kraft would visit the library and when I saw him coming up the sidewalk I  would say to Marta “Stop working, the Mayor is here” because once we started to visit, you might as well just sit back and enjoy the conversation.  Mayor Kraft’s broad and extensive knowledge of St. Johnsville was unmatched and I enjoyed listening about his many experiences with the people he had encountered during his tenure.  Since his passing, there have been many occasions when I’ve thought, “If Mayor Kraft were here, he’d know the answer.”
He and I shared a tremendous respect for the written word.  Several times during our friendship he would come to me and ask me to review something he had written; perhaps a mayorial letter or a newspaper editorial.  One of his great passions was, of course, the St. Johnsville Fire Department; how very proud he was to have been a member.  It was for the fire department that I have a last memory of “tweeking” a piece of writing for him. 


Mayor Kraft brought in a copy of a fireman’s prayer, a piece that would be read during a memorial following the death of a fellow member.  His concern was that now the department had some female members, the prayer was not inclusive and there were a couple of other passages that he was less than pleased with.  I told him to leave it with me and I would work on it.  Each and every word I labored over trying to get it just right.  Once I had finished, he came in to review it and you can imagine my chagrin when the re-write was NOT deemed 100%!  That’s how the Mayor rolled though, always saying what he thought and expecting you to respond in kind at a higher standard. He left the prayer with me again and I labored some more; writing, crossing out, writing until finally he was pleased with the result. 
We have in our collection an old toy fire truck given to us by Mayor Kraft and his brother.  Amazingly, the truck actually pumped water and, with a big smile lighting his face, the Mayor took great delight in telling me that he and his brother would build “small fires”, a bit of paper or some cardboard, and put them out with the toy truck.   Mayor Kraft also arranged for us to receive one of the old pull boxes for our collection and after his death, his turnout coat was given to the library. 


Out of the past……My great uncle was Don LaLone, known to many as “Baloney”.  He was an avid and active member of the St. Johnsville Fire Department for many years.  My dad used to say Uncle Don was like an old fire horse; once he heard the alarm go off, he would be out the door pulling on his coat, tugging on his boots and charging down the sidewalk to the fire house.

To the members of St. Johnsville’s Flying Saints and to my brother David who serves as a deputy chief in Canajoharie,  on behalf of our grateful communities I say thank you and may God bless you and keep you safe as you go about your duties.  

                                                            Dawn


Saturday, October 20, 2012

They're Back!

They’re back!!!
Just as geese fly south and bears begin to hibernate, this time of year guarantees that children will be coming for Toddler Time and Story Hour; and what great joy they bring with them!
Each program runs for about 10 weeks after which we take a winter hiatus and resume in the spring for another 10 weeks.
Almost 20 years ago we were the first area library to offer a Toddler Time program and it has proven to be very popular ever since with children coming not only from our tri-village area but also Dolgeville, Little Falls and Bleeker
Toddler Time and Story Hour are a lovely way for children to be introduced to the wonder that is the library and hopefully start them along the path of a lifelong love for reading.
It’s a blast and absolutely one of the best parts of my job.
 
~ Dawn

Sunday, October 14, 2012

A Museum Find


Presidential Election….1844

 

            As work continues in our museum a wonderful piece of Americana was discovered in storage; a political banner from the presidential election of 1844.   The election pitted Democrat James K. Polk and his running mate, George M. Dallas,  against the Whig party ticket of Henry Clay (the Great Compromiser) and Theodore Frelinghuysen.   Polk won the election with 170 electoral votes to Clay’s 105. 

            The very colorful Clay banner features the tagline They Understand and Will Carry Out the True Principals of the Government; still a worthy sentiment 168 years later!  To learn more about Henry Clay visit www.henryclay.org


Saturday, October 13, 2012

From the Stacks


Over the course of the many thousands of books I have read some stick, not only in my mind, but also in my heart.  One such book was "A Mother’s Story" by Gloria Vanderbilt.  It is a poignantly written memoir about the suicide of Vanderbilt’s son Carter Cooper; brother of journalist Anderson Cooper.  As painful as the book is, it is a profound testament to the human spirit that allows us to keep putting one foot forward even during the most devastating of tragedies; one slow foot at a time as we find our way towards a new kind of normal.  Published 12 years after Carter’s death in 1988, Publisher’s Weekly had this to say about "A Mother’s Story".
“The author's 23-year-old son, Carter Vanderbilt Cooper--Princeton graduate, editor at American Heritage, outwardly confident and in control of his life--committed suicide, falling from the terrace of her Manhattan apartment as she watched helplessly. This luminous, wise, healing and deeply moving memoir opens with Vanderbilt's flashbacks to other personal losses, including abandonment by her mother, Gloria Morgan Vanderbilt, who left for Paris in 1925, dumping her at the age of one year on her maternal grandmother and an Irish nurse; the death of her father, Reginald, three months later; and the death of her actor/screenwriter husband, Wyatt Cooper, in 1978 after he suffered several heart attacks. Some of these traumas were covered in her 1985 autobiography, Once Upon a Time, and the self-conscious narrative is padded with diary excerpts from 1971. But when Vanderbilt finally recalls her son's death--which she believes was the result of a psychotic episode induced by a prescription allergy drug the writing shines, communicating her almost unbearable pain and sorrow with shattering intensity.”
Frequently over the years I have found myself going to the stacks and pulling A Mother’s Story off, re-reading and drawing strength from certain passages.  I would end my recommendation of this book by quoting Ms. Vanderbilt as she writes;
 
 “Each day, each year that passes as I live with Carter’s death, I come to see it in the perspective of the tragedies that have happened and are happening every day in our world---the Holocaust, Rwanda, Bosnia---tragedies so indescribable that one mother’s pain is maybe not so important after all.  Except to me, of course.  But perhaps in some small way it will be to you---perhaps if you are suffering from loss and feel you can’t go on, it will reach you, for what I am trying to say to you is:  Don’t give up, don’t ever give up, because without the pain there cannot be joy, and both make us know we are alive.  You have the courage to let the pain you feel possess you, the courage not to deny it, and if you do this the day will come when you wake and know that you are working through it, and because you are, there is a hope, small though it may be, a hope you can trust, and the more you allow yourself to trust it, the more it will tell you that although nothing will ever be the same, and the suffering you are working through will be with you always—you will come through, and when you do you’ll know who you really are, and someday there will be moments when you will be able to love again, and laugh again, and live again.  I hope this will come true for you as it has for me.”
"A Mother’s Story"….a slim book with a huge message.
 
 
 
 
 
 

Peace, Dawn

 

Friday, October 12, 2012

Mark Your Calendars

Get'em while they last!
Winter is almost on our doorstep and we don't want to see anyone without something to read as the wind howls and the snow piles up. To that end, we are having a book sale of library discards and donated books that we can't use. Mark your calendars....October 22 to December 1. The books will be sold for $3 per bag which we will provide; an absolute bargain no matter how you look at it!
 

 

Friday, October 5, 2012

A Bit of Reaney News

  
   Last April we received notification that the library had been approved for inclusion on the National Register of Historic Places. Recently Joe Peruzzi, assisted by several members of the American Legion, affixed a plaque to the front of the building in recognition of that honor. Mr. Peruzzi is shown with Bill Meier. 

Saturday, September 29, 2012

Saturdays' Quote and a Book Reccomendation

"I enjoy Saturday night racing."
 
- Dale Earnhardt
Here is a book recommendation to go along with our quote of the day. I absolutely LOVED this book. Parts of it are simply laugh out loud funny. Enjoy!
Sunday Money: Speed! Lust! Madness! Death!
A Hot Lap Around America with NASCAR
Jeff MacGregor
Smart, funny and profane, SUNDAY MONEY is the kaleidoscopic account of an entire season on the NASCAR circuit.
NASCAR racing, once considered no more than a regional circuit of moonshiners pounding battered sedans around low-country dirt tracks in a choking cloud of red dust and cliche, has somehow become the fastest growing spectator sport in America -- and the buxom, bumpkin darling of Madison Avenue. A 200-mile-an-hour traveling tent and revival show; a platinum-plated, multibillion dollar V-8 hero machine, it is second only to football in national television ratings. With 75 million fans and its popularity soaring in every corner of the country, NASCAR is a sports entertainment empire built at the very crossroads of pop culture, commerce and American mythology. Author Jeff MacGregor's SUNDAY MONEY: Speed! Lust! Madness! Death! A Hot Lap Around America with NASCAR (HarperCollins; May 2005; $25.95) is an unprecedented behind-the-scenes chronicle of America's loudest pastime, profiling the lives of the superstar drivers, their crews and their fans across the grinding reach of a 40-week season.
In the tradition of On the Road, Travels with Charley and The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test, SUNDAY MONEY is also a snapshot of American culture -- of race, religion, class, sex, money, politics and fame -- taken from the window of a moving car.
Driving 48,000 miles in ten months in a tiny motorhome, MacGregor and his wife, award-winning photographer Olya Evanitsky, covered 36 races at 23 tracks in 18 states, from Daytona to Darlington, New Hampshire to California, and from the Wal-Mart to the Waldorf. But SUNDAY MONEY is much more than the book NASCAR doesn't want you to read about a season spent inside the stock-car circuit. It is history and comedy and tragedy, the story of a hundred stories; of red states and blue, of holy war and holy fools, of splendid Rebel lizards and golden Yankee hotshoes, of mystic true believers and their endless roll of honored ghosts. It is the story of our national search for meaning -- and a brilliantly observed, keenly rendered and darkly comic portrait of America.
To read an excerpt visit www.jeffmacgregor.com

Friday, September 28, 2012

Happenstance

Happenstance
 
   A dictionary definition of "happenstance" is a chance occurrence and there are plenty of those here at MRML. In fact, happenstanc-ing (yes, I just made that up) is almost a weekly event. Let me share with you what I mean.
    A couple of Fridays ago, a resident came in and wondered why the schooner "Lois McClure" was stopping in several communities to the west of us, visiting Fort Plain, Canajoharie and other points east and seemingly buzzing by STJ; after all, don't we have an absolute gem of a marina?
     Long story short I went online and found the contact information for the Lake Champlain Maritime Museum and got a hold of Mayor Barnes who immediately came to the library and called the folks in Vermont. Within a matter of hours, a stop had been arranged for the following Monday. I emailed newspaper notices for the weekend and Monday morning papers and posted the date and time on Facebook. The end result was a nice compliment form the crew of the Lois McClure, thrilled with the enthusiasm and turnout they had received in St. Johnsville, especially given the short time in which it was all arranged.
        Last week a family member of mine stopped by to say hello and in the course of the conversation we discussed her young son and school. An elementary school student (no, not in this district) he is struggling a bit and his mom and dad are concerned. As it happened, our library board president, Rebecca Sokol was in the building and I immediately said to my family member, "Hold on, I've got an expert you can talk with". Becky is a retired educator having worked both at the elementary level as well as with family literacy through Herkimer BOCES. I have tremendous respect and admiration for her understanding, convictions and deeply held appreciation of children and education. After an hour long conversation, our mom went away with some wonderful ideas that hopefully will better help her help her son.
    Happenstance; it happens a lot here and sometimes the results are facilitating a stopover by a schooner or giving a mom support, reassurance and a new way of approaching a problem.
     Happenstance; it happens at your library.

Dawn

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Story Hour & Toddler TIme

Registration is now being accepted for pre-school story hour at the Reaney Library. Children must be at least 3 years old by October 1. The program will meet weekly, Tuesday afternoons at 1:30 PM, beginning October 16.
The library also offers Toddler Time for children 2 and under. Toddler Time will meet Monday mornings at 10 AM beginning October 15. Both programs are free.
Anyone desiring further information or to register is invited to call the library at 518-568-7822.

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Bob Cudmore to Speak

 
Author, newspaper columnist and radio personality Bob Cudmore will speak at the library Saturday, September 29. The program will begin at 10 AM.
Cudmore’s latest book is “Stories from the Mohawk Valley: the Painted Rocks, the Good Benedict Arnold and More.” Included are tales about actor Kirk Douglas’s early life in Amsterdam, local railroads, the carpet and glove industries and mill town ethnic groups.
Historic Amsterdam League recently named Cudmore the first recipient of its annual award for individual historical activities for work he has done writing books and columns and speaking at community events.
For over a decade, Cudmore has written about the region’s past in his Saturday Focus on History column in the Daily Gazette.
Cudmore hosts the morning radio show on Lite 104.7 FM/1570 AM WVTL in Amsterdam and previously was the long tenured host of the “Contact” talk show on WGY radio in Albany.

Friday, September 14, 2012

Schooner Visit



The schooner Lois McClure may be toured at the St. Johnsville Marina, Monday, September 17 from noon to 3 PM. The stop is part of the schooner’s tour through Canada, New York and Vermont marking the bicentennial of the War of 1812. Measuring 88 feet long the Lois McClure is homeported in Vergennes, Vermont at the Lake Champlain Maritime Museum. 
 
 

Thursday, September 13, 2012

Tech Bites

While at the end of the day, nothing takes the place of the scent of a well loved, deliciously musty scented, flesh and blood, well... paper and glue book, here at Margaret Reaney we think it's important to keep up with the technology of the day, and be that much more accessible to our community.
 
To that end, we have added a few links here on the home page. Under the "pages" you can check out the Mohawk Valley & Southern Adirondack Library System's catalogue, as a card holding patron, you can peruse the catalogue from home and if the book you want is located at another branch, you can have it sent here for pickup.
 
You can also check out the books we have available in audio format and as ebooks.
 
EBooks are now available for loan. Patrons may download eBooks to their eReader, Nook, Kindle, mobile device, tablet or computer for free using a Reaney Library card. Ebook technical assistance is available at the library Monday, Wednesday and Friday mornings 10 AM -12:30 PM with staff member Patrick Smith. 
 
 
Patrons who don’t have their own eReader but would like to try one may borrow a Nook Simple Touch from the library. The Simple Touch comes preloaded with over 30 titles and is loaned to patrons 18 years or older for a two week period. The Nook Simple Touch eReader was provided by the Mohawk Valley Library System to enable library staff and patrons to learn about and use this increasingly popular technology.
 
MRML Team

Saturday, September 8, 2012

Tree of Knowledge

 
 
 
Late in the summer we started "growing" a Tree of Knowledge on the bulletin board in the entrance. For every book or magazine read patrons are invited to put their name on a leaf. One of our library motto's is Building a Community of Readers; One Book at a Time. The Tree of Knowledge represents a very colorful interpretation of that sentiment! Come read and come "grow" with us!
 
 
 

 

Nifty Needles Update

 
 
Nifty Needles will resume Wednesday, September 19 @ 10 AM. The group is open to anyone who enjoys working on handcrafts including sewers, knitters and quilters. All are welcome to gather around the table the first and third Wednesday of each month.
 
 
A funny story from a couple of years ago. I was getting ready to leave the building; it was winter and I had my coat on. I stopped to say goodbye to the Needlers and commented that I had a loose button. I had ten offers to sew my button back on!
 
 

Thursday, August 30, 2012

A Shirt's Tale


A few years ago when I was putting my new home together I decided I wanted to surround myself with the things that are most important to me. Topping that list was family and to that end one of my most treasured pieces is this shirt that belonged to my dad.
 
 
 
My father, Bill Lamphere, was a cattleman having been for many years the manager/herdsman of Free Baer Farm, first in Stone Arabia and then in Palatine Bridge. Free Baer Farm was a dairy farm with a milking herd of about 40 registered Holsteins. Every year at this time the farm would take a string of show cattle to the Fonda Fair and the NY State fair in Syracuse. This shirt, which now hangs in my bedroom was my dad's "show shirt". Soft from many washings, I would guess it now to be about 50 years old.
 
A proud veteran of WWII my dad was awarded a Purple Heart and Oak Leaf Cluster for action seen at the Battle of the Bulge and during the crossing of the Rhine river at Remagen. In addition he recieved a Bronze Star, a Silver Star and a Combat Infantry Badge. Dad was also well know throughout the valley for his fine singing voice and his lay ministry work.
 
 
Over the years I have told parents who were discouraged as their child struggled to read, or even worse, didn't like reading, that besides encouraging kids to read and reading to them, they needed to set the example and be readers themselves. I am living proof of that. My dad read all the time across the board on a variety of subjects. Frequently after my siblings had left home and it was just my parents and myself, many a morning I would be at one end of the dining room table with a book while my dad was at the other with his own book. We crunched our Corn Flakes to the whispering sound of pages turning.
 
Sometimes I doubt that my life's path would have led me to 19 Kingsbury Ave if it were not for the "reading" influence of my father. When I wake up in the morning and see his shirt I am reminded of the wonderful childhood that I enjoyed and the great man that was my dad; I am so very thankful that he loved to read.
 
Dawn