Reaney Days

Reaney Days

Tuesday, March 26, 2019

Flapjacks and Fairytales 2019


Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls, Clowns and Can-Can Dancers,
SAVE THE DATE!

 

Flapjacks and Fairytales 2019 is planned for Sunday, April 28 at the HC Smith Benefit Club.  As is our tradition, a bountiful pancake breakfast will be served starting at 8A with the theme basket raffle to follow at 1P.  All proceeds benefit that gem of Western Montgomery County, Margaret Reaney Memorial Library.

In anticipation of hungry pancake eaters, kitchen volunteers are currently resting up to flip, crack, scramble, pour and heat up a hearty, tummy-filling breakfast.  Master Grocers Carmen and Nick Licari are keeping the supply train rumbling down the tracks.  We would also like to give a shout out to Miss Rose at the Hungry Bear for again donating the pancake mix and Mary Finch for her baking powder biscuit prowess. 
 
Kitchen King, Tom Flander, in concert with Tara Stanton and Nancy Stowell, is breaking out his whip and chair to keep our kitchen crew of friends and family members on task. 

 Basket donations are currently being accepted and are so very much appreciated.  Since it is a library fundraiser we ask that your basket include a book or magazine.  There is no need to wrap your basket as Sharon Fuller is on call to wrap and be-bow each one.  Baskets are arriving daily and we will soon begin posting photos.

 We do assure a grand and glorious time will be had by all! For further information call the library at 518- 568-7822. 
 
 

Tulipomania


Fingers are crossed that we will soon see lots of colorful tulip“heads” nodding in a gentle spring breeze.  Are you familiar with the history of the tulip from its origins on the barren, windswept steppes of central Asia to its place of honor in the lush imperial gardens of Constantinople, to its starring moment as the most coveted—and beautiful—commodity in Europe?
 
In his book, Tulipomania, Mike Dash introduces us to a colorful cast of characters which includes Turkish sultans, Yugoslav soldiers, French botanists, and Dutch tavern keepers—all centuries apart historically and worlds apart culturally, but with one thing in common: tulipomania.  


In the 1630s, visitors to the prosperous trading cities of the Netherlands couldn't help but notice that thousands of normally sober, hardworking Dutch citizens were caught up in an extraordinary frenzy of buying and selling.  

The object of this unprecedented speculation was the tulip, a delicate and exotic Eastern import that had bewitched horticulturists, noblemen, and tavern owners alike. For almost a year rare bulbs changed hands for incredible and ever-increasing sums.  

In 1637, for the cost of a SINGLE tulip bulb you could buy four oxen or twelve sheep or twenty-four tons of wheat or two hogsheads of wine or two tons of butter or four barrels of beer or a thousand pounds of cheese or a silver drinking cup or an oak bed or a ship.   

Historians would come to call it tulipomania. It was the first futures market in history, and like so many of the ones that would follow, it crashed spectacularly, plunging speculators and investors into economic ruin and despair.

Page-turners, once you have read this book you will never look at tulips in the same way again!
 
 

Wednesday, March 20, 2019

Crunch, crunch, crunch.........


We have a saying here in Libraryland; every book we read doesn’t have to be like a healthy “carrot stick”, once in a while, just for fun, we need to gnaw on a “potato chip” or two.    Talk about serendipity!  Yesterday, as I was cleaning up the shelves, this charming picture book, Mr. Crum’s Potato Predicament, popped up. 

 

When Filbert P. Horsefeathers walks into George Crum's restaurant, he tells the waitress, “I have a hankering for a heaping helping of potatoes.” Fine cook that he is, George prepares a serving of his most scrumptious, succulent and sublime potato wedges, only to have Filbert send them back. “Too thick,” he says. So, George makes thinner wedges. But his picky customer sends them back again. And again. Feeling a bit mischievous, George decides to use his sharpest knife to cut paper-thin potato slices, which he fries until they are crackling and then showers with salt. At last, Filbert is satisfied, proclaiming, “Perfection!” Which they are. Because, quite by accident, George Crum has invented potato chips!

 

This fictional picture book tale by Anne Renaud is based on a real man named George Crum, a cook in Saratoga Springs, New York, in the 1850s, who is purported to have created the first potato chip in response to a demanding customer. Included at the back of the book is a historical note with a list of sources describing the legend and the remarkable and inspiring story of Crum, a trapper of mixed Native American and African American descent, who supplied restaurants with fresh game, then became a chef and successful restauranteur himself.

 

 

Just for kicks, the first ten people who stop by the library and mention George Crum will receive a free bag of chips. 

Friday, March 15, 2019

PLEASE NOTE THE CHANGE IN DATE



 The group usually meets the 3rd Saturday of the Month @ 10AM.  March has been pushed back a week.  Come join us!

Reaney Writers’ Group           Next Meeting: March 23 At the library

March moves in mysteriously, meticulously, munching the mire of snow across the meadows. Melodious March, marvelous March. March I love chiefly because it isn’t February and therefore that much closer to warm weather and time with the wildflowers.

Let us be glad to have made it thus far. We are all intact? We still have all our toes and fingers? I went snowblind yesterday after playing with Sweetpea in the backyard. Losing one bit of one’s senses is a sobering experience. I walked into the house and blinked, blinked again. Took me a few seconds to realize that the sky hadn’t gone dark, it was me. My eyes had, what? Overloaded on white, I guess. The room was dark and shadowy. I went over and lay down on the sofa.

I got those thoughts, what if my sight never returns? I thought, at least I have a dog. And so I spent the minutes waiting for my sight to return making up scenes in my head of me and Sweetpea finding our way to the library with her as Eye Dog. I knew it wouldn’t work out smoothly. First of all, this is a new place to her and who knows where we would end up? And secondly, I’ve only known her three months and that isn’t at all time enough to become a team of the sort required by a guide dog relationship. Still, it passed the time and soon I could see fine again. The event only left me with a headache. Now wait, it also left me with a great feeling of, now don’t laugh, I LOVE MY EYES. I love seeing. Even though I’m tired of it, I would surely miss seeing the snow.

That’s how I began March. Am I in like a lion or a lamb?

I’m pushing back our meeting this month because I’d like to give you some extra time to come up with some great work, and also because I’m hoping later weather will be better weather. The 23rd isn’t so far away but it may be just the span needed to turn this snow business into, dare I speak the word…spring?

I can only hope so. Look around you. There is plenty happening that can spark you to create. What do you feel as the season turns? Somebody told me I am too optimistic, that winter will have a hold on us for weeks yet. But I say, it’s already late. I should be seeing snowdrops under the maple already. I should be smelling the delicious scent of rotting leaves newly uncovered and turning to soil for my flowers. I should be complaining that the wind is too strong, the rain too much. I should be dreaming the scent of daffodils, remembering the perfume of lilacs.

Spring, o spring, delight of the poets, joy of children who love mud puddles. We have time to look ahead and enjoy each small increment of change as she moves into our neighborhood. When I shovel snow up I find the green of Myrtle, deep leathery green that never dies, and I smile. Count your smiles this month. I am sure they will multiply and grow wider as time carries us forward into tulip time.

Hoping you are warm and feeling well.

Tuesday, March 12, 2019

Help Wanted


Library Clerk- 15-24 hours per week.    High school diploma or GED required.  Apply at Margaret Reaney Memorial Library, 19 Kingsbury Avenue, St. Johnsville by March 31st.

Monday, March 11, 2019

Writers to Gather


Did you know we have a long established writing group?  The Reaney Writers’ meet the third Saturday of each month, 10AM at the library. The group is facilitated by Ali MacDonald.   The next meeting is Saturday, March 16.

 

Born in Alabama and raised in Indiana, Ali MacDonald is a longtime Mohawk Valley resident. A graduate of Sarah Lawrence College, Mrs. MacDonald has been the recipient of numerous creative writing and poetry awards along with several grants.  She is also the author of a novel, Dancing With the King at Conyers.

 

All of us have stories to tell and experiences to share; come gather around the table and put pen to paper.  You will not be disappointed in this wonderful opportunity to meet with like-minded people who enjoy the craft of writing. 
 
 
 

Friday, March 1, 2019

Needlers Welcome


Nifty Needles will meet 10 AM each Tuesday at the Margaret Reaney Memorial Library, St. Johnsville beginning March 12. The group is open to anyone who enjoys handicrafts. For more information, contact Dawn Lamphere at (518) 568-7822.