Your motorcycle ride through Europe sounded awesome; what's the worst trip you ever took?
About 6 summers ago we trailed the bike to Miami, left the kids with parents and took off to Key West.
Mecca for the GLBT community.
Weather Channel showed a tropical depression bearing down on the keys, so we planned to get up early and head back to Miami. A oyster seeking revenge had other ideas for me and death looked like a real viable alternative. We called my folks, who drove down to get me, but by that time said tropical depression had arrived. With a vengeance. My Beloved stuck it out for a a couple of hours but cried uncle in Marathon. She left the bike and climbed in the car and we headed onward. Once we got to Miami we had to attach the trailer to our car, drive back to Marathon and load up the bike. It's a two person operation so I, who could barely stand had to load up a 800 lb Harley in the rain. That was the last time I ever ate an oyster.
How did you decide to become a school librarian -- I mean, school media specialist?
Always been a librarian, as a kid I put cards and pockets in my own books. Bluffed my way into my present job - my girls were attending the school and the librarian quit the day before school started. Talk about "Fools Rush In". I had to go back and get my education credits since in Texas you have to be a certified teacher to be a school librarian. By the time I finished 30 hours of education courses with the bow-heads and the displaced housewives I was both certified and certifiable.
Why do you love the Betsy Tacy books so much?
Found them at the Miami Dade Public library as a child - I loved Lois Lenski and was attracted by the covers, since she illustrated the first 4 books in the series. They have stood the test of time - the writing is excellent and characters are oh so real. My favorite, Emily of Deep Valley
isn't technically a Besty- Tacy book, though Betsy does make a cameo appearance. All the books are based on Maud Hart Lovelace's growing up experiences in Mankato, Minn at the beginning of the 20th century. Though the books I discovered the Betsy Tacy Society and the listserv. And via the listserv I meet my local book sale/E-bay cohort and started selling used books.I used to think "I was the only one" and once I found all the others who thought similarly it literately changed my life.
And speaking of books, what are the next few titles on your must-read list?
The Bookman series by John Dunning - recommended by some of the booksellers on Bookthink.com. Also a large stack of 2005 picture books I need to review for work.
If you could go backwards in time, what year would you visit?
Edwardian/ Victorian England - but only if I could be of "the upper classes". I would so love to meet Sarah Crewe and help Mary plant snowdrops in the Secret Garden. I've read enough English History to know that life was not pleasant for the poor and working class people during that time. Hey, it's my fantasy I get to specify time, place and social class!
Done! The first 5 people to leave me a comment will soon be the proud recipent of 5 questions of their own.
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Fun questions. With the promise of receiving some of my own, how could I not comment? :)
And I'm not school media certified so I never took any ed. classes, but I certainly remember the displaced-housewives-phenomenon just from library school. It was like some of the women in my classes (particularly my children's lit classes) were so excited to be out of the house that they would take a 10-minute presentation and turn it into an hour-long PowerPoint with handouts, props, and costumes.
I'd probably pick around 1910 or so myself--particularly if I could take a train trip to Mankato, Minnesota!
I named my daughter after Sara Crewe. No "H," because Sara Crewe had no "H."
Some of my best friends are school librarians.
And I still love your kitchen.
Please don't count me as one of the five, Guusje. I just wanted to commiserate with you on your worst trip. A similar thing happened to me once. Only difference: it was a mussel, not an oyster, and I was ten. My sister and I were in one hotel room; our parents were on a different floor. My poor sissy dates her life-long phobia of vomit (and I mean phobia, not just the usual disgust) from that night.
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