Saturday, June 03, 2006

It didn't rain!

The garage sale was advertised to start at 8 and fby 6:30 folks were cruising up and down the street. I arrived at 7 and started divesting my car of load number three . The boxes hit the driveway and the bargain hunters attacked.

The top sellers? All those wretched mugs! Granted they were only 25 cents each, but I can't imagine anyone needing any more mugs! Crap sells!

I'd advertised that we had many boxes of books and kitchenware and that attracted a diverse crowd indeed. We had the usual groups of Hispanic families in vans, all of whom snapped up the skillets and baking dishes. We didn't have nearly as many children as I have seen at other sales, but then we hadn't any toys nor children's clothes.

We also attracted a group I always dub "the aging hippies". Men, who are on the other side of 50 with gray hair, beards, sandals and baggy shorts. They went directly to the books and bought them by the armload. Two dealers showed up, one is a friend and once she realized whose books they were, she didn't give them a second glance. The other dealer Scoutpaled a couple of titles and left in disgust.

We also had a visit from one of the traveling Tamale vendors. A couple pulled up with a cooler full of homemade tamales which they peddled to us (I declined, My Beloved is having tummy trouble) and our other customers. They had several takers and then shopped our sale and bought a few items themselves. Then it was off to the next sale. They are a Houston institution and they certainly have come up with a way to make going to garage sales profitable!
After it was all over I was left with 1 box of Harley Davidson clothes and 4 Pampered Chef items I decided to E-bay , plus 2 boxes of leftover stuff and 7 boxes of books & videos . Not bad considering I took 3 car loads of junk over to my friendÂ’s house.

I loaded up the leftovers, abandoned the STUFF at the nearest thrift shop and took the books to Half Price. I'd thought about taking the books in a box or two at a time, since the more books you bring in, the less they give you. It was hot so I figured the hell with it and took it all in , just to get rid of it. They gave me $30 for the bunch.

After subtracting the cost of the ad and adding in the $30 that HPB gave me I made $226.25. Not bad for a mornings work , or given the heat, a mornings baking.

The best benefit? Empty spaces in the cabinets!

Friday, June 02, 2006

Garage Sailing From the Opposite Side of the Fence

Friend of mine and I are having a garage sale tomorrow. At her house, since she has a big front lawn and nice long driveway. I love my house but we have no front lawn at all – and the street is so very narrow. It means I have to haul my stuff so I’ve been lifting that barge and toting that bale.

It’s been all about cleaning out cupboards and loading up the car. I filled it twice and it is full again, waiting for tomorrow morning. 6 boxes of kitchen stuff is outta here. I am downsizing – there are just 2 of us, I don’t need 6 skillets and 5 pie pans. The clothes closet got a pass through and the Amazon inventory a drastic culling.

I’ve an ad in the paper and a posting on Craigslist. Heaven would be an aspiring bookseller who offers to buy all the books. I could tell them that I used to be a bookseller but decided to get out of the business. Do you think I’d be struck dead for lying?

So the house is 3 carloads lighter when it comes to STUFF. I love purging stuff, we have to much of it as it is.

And it better not rain!!!!

Wednesday, May 31, 2006

Meme of Five

I found this meme over on Chalkdust’s blog – and since it’s been a long day I’m letting myself get tagged!

5 items in my fridge
1. Raspberries
2. Blueberries
3. 1 lb of Starbucks Espresso Freshly ground
4. Yogurt – to go with the raspberries and blueberries
5. Leftover mushroom pizza.

5 items in my closet
1. Golf shirts
2. Jeans
3. Shoes I won’t ever wear and should get rid of
4. Kitty fur dust bunnies
5. Suitcases

5 items in my car
1. An umbrella
2. Boxes of books heading toward a garage sale or Half Price Books
3. CDs to listen too when Morning Edition / All Things Considered isn’t on
4. Couple of boxes of kitchen stuff- I downsized and they are headed for a garage sale I’m having this weekend
5. Key map – for finding garage sales I want to check out.

5 items in my purse, don’t have a purse, have a backpack
1. Cell Phone
2. PDA
3. Keys
4. Pens
5. Wallet

And like Chalkdust, I’m not going to tag anyone – take and run with it if you come down with a case of writers block! That’s what I like about meme’s – they are perfect for the days you are to tired to write a coherent post! I shifted books all day today at work and I'm beat!

Tuesday, May 30, 2006

Puppets




I seem to quite a varied collection these days! One of my "schools out" chores to gather up all my puppets and stuffed animals and pack them away for summer. I buy them throughout the year so one of the things I do is cull the duplicates - which are recycled at our carnival in the Spring. I now seem to have a puppet for almost every story imaginable - except a pigeon puppet. And I really need one -Don't Let the Pigeon Ride the Bus is one of my favorite stories!

Thursday, May 25, 2006

Guilty Guilty Guilty

Guilty! Guilty! Guilty!

The verdict is on the Enron Trial and for once the rich white guys got what they deserved – A Guilty Verdict.  The general feeling in Houston is a resounding “Yes”.
When the news broke that, the jury was in the office drones fled their cubicles and flocked to the Federal Courthouse.  The peasants came could barely restrain from dancing in the streets as they watched their masters head off to jail (though of course there will be expensive and lengthy appeals).

Even those of us who didn’t work for Enron were affected by the company’s fall from grace.  The most visible is that the Astros no longer play in Enron Field; the name was` changed to Minute Maid Park.   I’ve had most of our feral cat colony spayed and neutered thanks to S.N.A.P who took a tremendous financial hit when Enron collaspaed, and they only one of the many local charities and social groups who suffered.  

Be interesting to see what their sentences will be.  Let’s hope they aren’t sent to “Club Fed” but get to do some real hard time.

The news even pushed the real news – that TODAY WAS THE LAST DAY OF SCHOOL…onto the back burner!

Monday, May 22, 2006

Something Completely



I’ve been incorporating puppets into my story times and library lessons for quite some time. Not only do the students respond to them, they are also perfect when working with ESL children since they provide a visual prop to reinforce the spoken word. The children help me out the stories, which gives them an opportunity to practice their English.

The folks in charge of the Gifted and Talented department decided to hold a special event for the GT students on the “north side”. Interstate 10 bisects our school district and it’s just as effective as a railroad track for dividing the haves and the have nots. The have nots live north of the freeway, and that’s where I teach.

They wanted someone who could work with the kids on using puppets and somehow my name came up (the fact that I work for the district and wouldn’t have to be “paid” helped too!). I have done many a lesson with puppets but they only last 20 – 30 minutes. This was the first time I’d ever had to plan an hour long program and present it 3x to children whom I didn’t know.

I gathered up some of my favorite stories and puppets and in my uncertainty I brought more than I could use. That turned out to be a good thing since someone an extra 15-20 minutes tacked themselves on to the 2nd and the 3rd programs.

I did Cook-A-Doodle-Doo, complete with all the props – ESL children don’t get the puns without a visual.
My wombat puppet debuted in Diary of a Wombat, we all went on a Bear Hunt and the Spider shared his Diary. Little Bunny Foo-Foo bopped the field mice on the head and the old lady swallowed a fly and many other assorted other creatures.


I had a good time, the kids had a good time – they helped and I hope I’m asked to do it again. This is something I wouldn’t mind doing on a regular basis.

Sunday, May 21, 2006

Up All Night


Last Friday was the 5th Annual Library Lock-In. It takes 300 AR (Accelerated Reader) points to earn an invite and that is a lot of reading for an elementary school student. It’s the equivalent of reading 15 Harry Potters, or 300 Junie B. Jones books. 5 students earned the Golden Ticket this year – 6 were veterans who’d been previous years and 3 were newbies.


It is an eagerly anticapted even - the kids who come are bright and motivated and I know them well since they spend lots of time in the library.
This year the guests hailed from Albania, Mexico, Viet-Nam, Pakistan and Shri-Lanka - we had our own Mini -United Nations. We took a poll and discovered every one of us spoke at least 2 languages!

We always have a lunch together to plan the event and settle the menu- not sure why I bother with the latter since pizza is always the hands down favorite. One boy me told this year that he planned to:

“Run around like a manic for an hour, play on the playground for an hour, eat for an hour, use the laptops for an hour and I haven’t planned the rest yet”. He proceeded to do just that!

For some reason the high point is a flashlight tour of the school and running & shouting in the halls (normally a serious no-no). That and unlimited use of the laptops and running amuck with my puppet collection. For some of the kids it’s their first sleepover.

Our new Assistant Principal stopped by to check out the fun and brought his dogs - I hope he realizes he'll have to come by again next year! Those dogs were the hight point of the evening.

The girls always fall sleep, the boys fight it to the very end and a couple never do. I spend the next day in a sleepy haze but it is worth it. Anything to get them to read!

Sunday, May 14, 2006

Reading Madness


Today was our Third Annual AR (Accelerated Reader) T-Shirt Day. It is all great fun- total chaos with kids running to and fro – a total school wide celebration of reading. It is the reading equivalent of winning the state championship in football.

It takes either 50 or 100 points to earn the shirt – which means reading at least 100 books. Those books are really read, since the AR test has to be passed to earn the points.


This year 95 children reached that particular milestone – about 1/5 of our student body.

We started the day by slapping stickers on every T-shirt we saw. Every hour a faculty member got on the intercom and invited everyone wearing a shirt to come to their office for a treat or trinket. The kids “power walked “ – running was frowned on- from one end of the school to the other. Random pieces of candy dropped into their hands, not mention pencils, bookmarks and Hot Cheetoes. The kids giggled, laughed and thoroughly celebrated their accomplishment.

AR is not without controversy, but when it comes to motivating the low SES / ESL student, it is one of the best programs out there. Those sorts of children need the immediate positive reinforcement that AR provides. Our reading scores are rock solid – we always score in the 90% or better and our book circulation has soared.

One second grader summed it up “Today was the best day of school ever.”

The Welcome Mat is Worn Out

It’s been 9 months since Hurricane Katrina slammed into New Orleans and the levies gushed forth and floated a goodly portion of the population toward Houston.

The city prides itself on being friendly and hospitable and Houston tossed out a Texas size welcome mat. The families got housing assistance, medical care; help with schools, jobs, clothes and food. The private charities did their best to circumvent the mismanagement of FEMA.

Turns out New Orleans had some very ugly little secrets, which the floodwaters also swept west to Texas. The school system didn’t seem to put much emphasis on reading, writn’ and arithmetic. Nor on school routines, discipline, manners or even regular attendance. Given that many of our new residents had never been traveled beyond the city limits many of the adults are products of the same school system. To call them barely literate is being generous.

Most of the children flunked the stated mandated TAKS test. This year their scores don’t count, next year they will. Principals and teachers are already shivering in their shoes.

All teachers are fagged out by this time of year, but many look down right beaten down.
The children are a challenge; they come complete with a great deal of emotional baggage massive chips on their shoulders. Bullying and intimidation are the standard mode of operation. As far as they are, concerned fists are the first and last solution to all problems. Considering how our crime rate has risen the adults take the same approach, only they use guns and knives.

A couple of teachers are giving serious thoughts to retiring.

As one said “I just can’t face the thought of another class like this one next year”.

Many of the New Orleans children are being retained so the teachers she will indeed, face a class “just like this one” again next year.

Working with the parents is difficult – they are quick to call the race card, and blame it for everything and anything that their children might do or do not do. Doesn’t really hold water in a school that is 85% Hispanic, with both Hispanic and African American administrators but they call it anyway.

One bit of fallout that nobody anticipated is that some of our better families, those who are hard working and who care about their kids and education are moving our of our neighborhood apartment complexs. .

One Mom told me “It was a decent apartment complex till the owner decided he wanted all that FEMA money. We’re moving as soon as school is out”.

We’ve worked so hard to improve the climate and the education at our school, it hurts to see us going backward through no fault of our own.

Wednesday, May 03, 2006

2020 Day






"Hey, I want glasses too!"

How’s that for an unusual complaint from an elementary school child? Those plaintive wails were heard all over the halls of my school this past week.
Why? Because only students who had prescription glasses could come to 20/20 Day.

Our school is Title I, and when it comes to glasses, it is not like it is in middle glass schools. Parents do not have vision insurance and a charity fund supplies most of the eyewear. The students do not have their own room, many don’t have their own bed and the glasses are constantly getting broken or lost. It is a constant struggle to get the children to wear them. In these days of high stake testing you cannot afford to leave a child behind because they cannot see the board.

The school nurse and I dreamed up 20/20 Day. It was a day we all celebrated the fact that thanks to glasses we could see! We invited all the students who were wearing their glasses to bring their lunch to the library. We also supplied some special desserts and new glasses cases to decorate. 105 kids streamed into the library to eat and the place rang with excited chatter and laughter. Glasses that had been broken all year were magically fixed, lost glasses suddenly reappeared and children who hadn’t worn glasses all year turned up with them firmly on their nose.

We papered the halls with signs and I spent a week reading stories about glasses – thank goodness for Junie B. Jones and Arthur! Of course, being a teacher- librarian I couldn’t resist incorporating the books into a reading lesson on making connections! The nurse found herself doing some extra vision tests and some teachers who normally wore contact lenses got into the spirit of the day and wore their own glasses in honor of the occasion.

School Nurse and Librarian Collaboration – Who’d Thunk It?

Tuesday, May 02, 2006

Oscar the Grouch Would Love It Here



Just where does all this trash come from?

Tomorrow is 20/20 at school and I am doing the baking. I made:
A double batch of brownies
1 Chocolate Coconut Macaroon Brownie Pizza
1 Pina Coda Cake
1 Strawberry Trifle.

The debris and the flotsam and the jetsam filled up a 13 gallon trash bag.
Granted I was cooking from Pampered Chef recipes, which meant I started out with prepared brownie and cake mixes, but it was still rather unbelievable to see how quickly that bag filled up. With the exception of the mix boxes nothing was recycleable so that wasn’t an option. Houston isn’t noted for being a forefront in being green.
Land Fills R Not Us.

I’m sure there is some profound commentary on our society and how much stuff we dispose off needlessly but I’m tired and it escapes me at moment.

And just what is 20/20 Day? Check in tomorrow!

Monday, May 01, 2006

Pink Eye

Pink Eye!

I had all these wonderful blog posts rolling around in my head. Then one of the oh so generous children at school shared their pinkeye with me.   It may be a minor irritant to kids, but to adults it’s pain to 10th power.  Luckily, the folks at the Smithville Texas Regional Medical Center were most helpful.  There is not any other place to go when one is staying in Bastrop, Texas, which is to small a town to have a hospital.

For 48 hours, I couldn’t read or use my computer.   Not a fun way to end what started out as a most enjoyable weekend.  

Given a choice between my eyes and my ears, I think I’d opt to keep the eyes and loose the ears.  Only I hope I’m never in a position where I have to make such a horrendous decision.

Sunday, April 16, 2006

Better Living Through Chemistry!


Not only does it take control the mood swings...it also corrals the hot flashes. Good Stuff!

Happy Birthday Beverly Cleary (3 Days Late)


Beverly Cleary turned 90 on Wednesday.
Turning 90 is an accomplishment for anyone. Turing 90 and still being able to hold children enthrall is a major accomplishment.

Henry Huggins was published in 1950, her last book Ramona’s World appeared in 2001. Three generations of children have loved her books. Now there’s a legacy!

Subs Are Not Us

Subs Are Not Us

As the year wears on the substitute teachers become odder and odder.

Subs basically fall into 3 categories,, gold, silver and badly tarnished cheap tin. The gold subs are retired teachers, usually teachers who have taught at the school
for years and years. They know the children – often they are their prior students, the routines and the school culture. They are highly prized, have their choice of jobs and are often booked months in advance. These are the subs one calls for in-services, personal days and jury duty.

Then there are the silver subs. Often silver subs are working on their teaching certificates and subbing to get experience, job leads and to find a school they want to work in. They come expecting to work and while they haven’t quite got a handle on classroom management they do an acceptable job. Some move on to become permanent full time teachers. Most schools have a pool of silver subs who get the call when the gold subs are busy.

And then there are the badly tarnished, cheap tin subs. These are subs that are willing to take a call on a rainy Friday mornings, the subs that show up when you wake up at 5am with the stomach flu and the bi-lingual subs. And from these subs legendary stories emerge. As the year trudges on the tales get taller and taller.

One of our bi-lingual teachers suddenly resigned & we’ve had an revolving door of subs, each one stranger than the last. Since I’m the librarian I see more than my fair share of them and have ample opportunity to observe their modus operandi.

“Game Boy Man” came complete with Sony hand held. Whenever he thought the kids were occupied out came his gizmo and his thumbs pounded and pushed till he was reminded that it was time to take the kids back to class. He had a habit of “stepping out for a minute”. His idea of a minute and mine differed by 1,800 seconds.

“Chronicle Woman” brings the newspaper and book to work. She brings the children to the library and then while I am teaching pulls out her paper and proceeds to read it. The paper snaps, crumbles and rustles and it is difficult to teach the children attentive listening when their teaching is demonstrating the total opposite. Her idea of teaching is reading while the kids do seat work. She is physically but not mentally present.

“Attitude Woman” showed up 2 hours late for the job this past week. The principal had already split the class up among the other grade level teachers so she was sent to the library to help us out. One thing about a library, we always have work that needs to be done.

My assistant pointed to the shelving and asked “have you ever shelved before?”

Yes”, she replied” but I don’t like to do it.” We don’t either but it’s part of the job.

“You can straighten shelves instead,” I offered. “

I don’t like to do that either” she retorted. “

Well, it’s for thirty minutes, then you have lunch duty”.

“I have a headache. This is not what I came to do today, I need to call the sub office and talk to Betsy (the person who assigns subs their jobs)”.

“We don’t have a phone in the library (boldface lie on my part) Go to the principals office and use her phone”

Five minutes later sub is heading out the door and I’m filling out an evaluation. She will not be back.

And then there was TMI Sub.

TMI sub arrived wearing a tight, low cut, spaghetti strap top and was promptly advised to put on the matching jacket. She as assigned to a 5th grade class, when most of the boys are double retaines and busting with hormones. She dropped the class off for lunch and vanished. Into thin air, she was nowhere to be found. Lunch is 30 minutes and after 45 minutes, one of the counselors brought the class to me and asked if I’d watch them while they scoured the building. An assembly was on the docket and the cafeteria had to be cleaned up and set up.

Fifteen minutes later the sub appears in the library. One of the kids asks her – in Spanish where she’s been. She says something and then next thing I know a boy is blurting out in a shocked voice “You got your period? “ He didn’t say it to attract attention or get a laugh, he was totally appalled. The girls all look mortified and embarrassed and my jaw hits the floor.

I turn to her “You don’t tell kids that!”

“Why? It’s perfectly natural, I started my period, didn’t have anything and had to go buy some tampons – see”.

Not only is it TMI time it is Show and Tell time.

At this point the Assistant Principal comes in to tell me they cannot find her anywhere. I tell him she’s reappeared and it might have been better if she hadn’t. He blushes and sends me off to the Principals office to share the story.

5 minutes later that sub is heading out the door too.

And we still have 30 days of school to look forward too!

Old Friends

Old Friends

Last night we gathered with an group of old,old friends and revisited that venerable lesbian institution, The Pot Luck.

It had been so long since we had seen each other. It seems as one gets older life gets in the way and nesting at home seems more and more appealing.

So there we were, one long time couple who hold a Houston record for the number of years together, one friend recovering from a break up, another who was solo for the evening ( her partner was out of out of state caring for aging parents) and My Beloved and myself.

One wonderful thing about old friends (if we added up the years we had all known each other it would approach the century mark) is that it does not matter how long it’s been, the conversation picks up as if it were yesterday.

We all summed up the events of our past six months in just a few sentences. There was enough history between us the sketchy details were all that were necessary.

No longer did we talk of jobs and careers – retirement is imminent for some and the rest us are settled and content with where we are. Career advancement is no longer a priority any longer. Our children are sleeping through the night, done with the terrible twos and finished with their adolescent rebellions.

This time the talked turned to ageing parents, the state of their health ,and the state of ours. We are the baby boomers, not only are we muddling through our own upcoming old age we are also coping with our parents. The talk ranged from cholesterol medications and assisted living versus in home care.

Of course, being women we had to catch up with who was with whom, who left whom and whatever happened to so and so. Taking a tip from the L Word we created our own “chart”. When it comes to lesbian relationships it is not six degrees of separation, it’s only three. Either our community is too small or we are not adventurous enough to look outside our comfort zone.

The party broke up at 10pm. Because not only are we old friends, we are also getting old.

Sunday, April 02, 2006

By Your Possessions Ye Shall Be Known

It’s amazing how much our possessions tell about ourselves. I can tell a great deal about a family from what’s put out at garage sales, but it’s at estate sales or major moving sales where the personalities really shines forth.

We went to a garage sale last week, given by a woman whose mother had just moved into an assisted living complex. She’d of course not had to leave everything behind, but it was possible to “picture her” based on what she’d not been able to take with her.

A twenty year span of exercise videos spoke to a life long struggle with weight. Her clothes – many suits of stylist stout variety showed that it was not a successful one.

She adored bridge and board games – there were piles and piles of playing cards and mugs adorned with the Ace of Spades or the Three of Clubs. Outburst, Pictionary, , Trivial Pursuit and multiple versions of Scrabble were piled high.

Old New Orleans cookbooks told of her early life in the Crescent City, however she did not appear to enjoy cooking since the only cookbooks dated back from the first days of her marriage. There was not a recent cookbook among the bunch. She also was not much of a reader, most of the books were of the Readers Digest variety.

She did however adore sewing. Bolts of fabric, trim and old patterns abounded.
Another shopper inquired about the sewing machine. Her daughter said she had taken it with her, she just couldn’t bare to part with it though she could no longer sew.

And among the books I found the reason why- the only book with a recent copyright date was entitled Parkinson’s Disease.

Separating the Wheat from the Chaff

I'm still writing a monthly column for BookThink - it's great fun and it's helpling me be both a better writer and a bookseller. Craig is still publishing it on his free newsletter so I can repost it here:

Thanks to Freecycle.org I’ve made a new friend who is a budding bookseller. Lou has an eye for jewelry and china (did you know folks collect Starbucks mugs???) so we are swapping knowledge fields.

By the way, if you have not explored Freecycle.org I heartily recommend it- there are local chapters in many cities. Their goal is to keep items out of the landfills by giving them away. I have acquired many a free box of packing peanuts. I’ve also given away books I didn’t want to haul to the thrifts or to Half Price so it is also a potential source for books. That is how I meet Lou – she came by to pick up a stack of yearbooks I inherited and did not want to sell.

Lou introduced me to some of her favorite garage sale routes and in return, I introduced her to my favorite thrifts. I then knew how much of my book scouting occurs before I even lay my hands on the book.

Lou kept asking “How’d you know to pick that one up” ?

“It had a mylar jacket – I knew it was ex-library”.

“But I though ex library books were worthless”

“Sometimes, but not always. Especially when it comes to children’s books.” And besides, no matter what “commandant” you follow when it comes to bookselling there are always the one or two books that are the exception.”

Therefore, here are some “commandants” to help you while scouting thrift stores, garage and estate sales for children’s books. Remember, unlike those given to Moses these are not written in stone and they are exceptions to every one of them.

Always, always, always pick up any children’s book with a Mylar jacket. That means it is an ex-library book. Remember, as I stated in my first column when it comes to children’s books ex-library is often all there is. It is not the kiss of death as it is with so many adult books. Check the copyright date. If it is prior to 1964, you might have a winner, or at least a quick sale on your hands. Do flip through looking for crayon marks and ripped and torn pages – we are talking kids books after all.

What is the subject? Fairies, mice, cats, dragons, witches, horses and fantasy of any sort have a ready market. Think outside the box here – people who breed Collie Dogs often collect books about collie dogs. People who quilt collect picture books about quilting. Beverly Cleary, best know for her Ramona series (still in print and not worth reselling) also wrote Lucky Chuck, about a boy and his wish for Harley Davidson. I’ve sold copies to Harley- Davidson riders. Who did the illustrations? Are they especially charming?
Do you recognize the name? Do they have shabby chic appeal?

Grab any book rebound in buckram (often referred to in book descriptions as “stout library binding” and take a second look at it. The buckram binding means the book was popular enough to be read to death and yet important enough to the library that they were willing to spend the money to have it rebound. Do not be put off by the ugly binding – the 1960 & 1970s resulted in some truly lurid color combinations – often the inside pages are clean. This binding is practically indestructible so the pages will not be falling out. A grubby buckram binding cleans up fast and easy with any household spray cleaner.

Open it up, flip through it and ask yourself the same questions you would ask about a mylar jacketed book. At one store, I spotted a thin, little picture book bound in the most unattractive brown binding you could imagine. It turned out to be a copy of Alexander the Gander by Tasha Tudor. The book, with all the flaws clearly described still sold for $45 on E-bay.

Every year The American Librarian Association awards the Newbery and the Caldecott Medal to the best novel and picture book of the year. They are frequently given as gifts –they must be good books – they have won an award – right? Wrong! Wrong! Wrong!

The award winners are books adults think a child should read, not one a child might want to read and often not one an adult would remember fondly. The print runs on these are enormous, all libraries own them and they remain in print forever. The thrifts are littered with like new copies of these titles. There are a small niche of collectors who gather up the award winners – but only in the first edition / first printing, which were released before the books won their award. If the book has the gold or silver award seal on it is not a first edition. If you can get them cheaply, they can be sold in lots on E-bay to homeschoolers or teachers building classroom libraries.

One exception is Chris Van Allsburg. The Polar Express won the Caldecott Award in 1985. It’s very popular, especially right around Christmas time. In fact, all his books are good for a quick sale – he won’t allow paperback editions of his books, so they are only available in hardback. The books are always strong sellers, even the ex-library copies. Van Allsburg’s first/ first are considerable collectible – a first edition of the Polar Express just sold for $142 on E-bay. .

Along with Van Allsburg several other children’s authors have attracted the interest of the hyper-modern collectors. Two are of course Philip Pullman and J.K. Rowling (Harry Potter) , the third is Lemony Snicket, author of The Series of Unfortunate Events. That’s another set that sells well in lots – there are currently 12 in the series. Pullman and Rowling’s books are consistently in Craig’s Top Ten E-bay sellers lists.

Another twist in the search for editions are the British Editions of J.R. Rowling and Philip Pullman books. I’ve yet to find the latter but I’ve had good luck with the former. I recently sold a British paperback set of the first 3 Harry Potter books for $38. Not bad for a $1.50 investment!


Every state has a state book award too – in Texas it’s the Bluebonnet Award. Normally 20 or so books are nominated for the annual award, children read a specified number and vote on their favorites. Once the award is over and done with the “losers” tend to show up in the thrifts. Again, with a few exceptions they are common as “The Bridges of Madison County and just about as valuable. It’s worth taking a look at your state award list – which can be found on line by accessing your State Library Association so you’ll know to leave those books where you find them.

Along with the award books you’ll also multiple editions of the “classics” – Little Women, Black Beauty, Treasure Island, The Secret Garden, Peter Rabbit etc. etc. These are now in the common domain which means anyone can print them. Just like the Newbery and Caldecott books, they are often given as gifts and just as often, they land unread in the thrift shops. Unless done by Easton Press they aren’t worth the paper they are printed on. Tasha Tudor did illustrate an edition of the Secret Garden and The Little Princess, but both are still in print, in fact these are two of the few Tasha Tudor books that aren’t good sellers.

When it comes to Book Club editions, there are plenty of children’s BCE too. The oldest and the biggest is The Weekly Reader Book Club (WRBC). It has been around since the 1950s – I was a member as a child. The books are easy to spot – the bindings are shoddy and the paper is cheap. It resembles newsprint and by now it is often cracked and brittle. The WRBC is still around so the books abound. There are several clubs – sorted out by age levels so you will encounter WRBC picture books and chapter books. There is also a Dr. Seuss Book Club - produces shiny covered copies, (no dust jackets) of “I Can Read Books”. Common as dirt and just about as valuable.

Another set of books with shoddy bindings and cheap paper are the Whitman books. Shiny picture covers, often with a TV tie- in and published in the 1950s and 1960s. Annette, Spin & Marty, The Lone Ranger and so on. Thrift stores often consider these “special” because they are old, price them accordingly and proudly display them in the glass case. I know Craig has discussed them in a previous issue of The Gold Edition and some are collectible. You need to know what you are doing before you pay the delusions of grandeur prices.

The paperbacks are everywhere – many are worth putting up in lots if the price is right. Magic Treehouse, Hank the Cowdog, Junie B. Jones, A-Z Mysteries, Goosebumps, Animorphs, Bailey School Kids – they all have E-bay potential if the store is having a 10 books for a dollar sale or you strike a hard bargain at a garage sale. Series books are ‘hot” right now so there are many, many of them and most children, once they settle on a series they like want to read every book ever written. They are the Nancy Drew and The Hardy Boys of the new millennium. The old Scholastic Paperbacks, which date to the 1960s have nostalgia appeal for the baby boomers. Once again, lot them by topic or author. There are some paperbacks that top out at over $50 – an issue of 50/50 touched on those.

Board books, if in good condition (no teeth marks!) are also worth listing in lots. Try to group books by author if possible or by subject.

You will find multitudes of like new Disney books and current TV & movie tie- ins. Leave them. Ditto Clifford the Big Red Dog and Arthur the Badger books. Pop Up books are another leave behind – usually the pop-ups are damaged, but if you find one by Robert Sabuda do give it a second glance. I did find a mint first edition of one of his Christmas pop up books at a thrift store.

I live in a large, sprawling city so when it comes to garage sales, I scour the ads carefully and try to read between the lines – I haven’t the time or the gas to waste driving to a sale that’s worthless. I don’t bother with any sale that claims to have cribs, strollers and baby items. The only books I’ll find there are Disney books and other worthless pulp. My idea of garage sale nirvana is one given by a retired teacher. Teachers spend hundreds and hundreds dollars of their own money on their classroom libraries and they never throw anything away. They are frequently the recipients of school library discards that date back decades so the potential to mine some gold is high indeed.

While I don’t think you make living only searching out children’s books at Thrift Stores and Garage Sales you can definitely add to your income by keeping an eye out for them while you are trolling for othere treasures.

Saturday, March 25, 2006

There is No Joy in Mudville

Texas lost to LSU in overtime.

At least the grocery store won't be as crowed next weekend.

Clues to March Madness



Clues to March Madness

I’m not a basketball fan but March Madness is still impacts my life.
Despite attending two sports powerhouse universities (Florida State and the University of Texas) I don’t like college basketball or football. I think the idea that these sports are “amateur” is ludicrous and that the programs are nothing more than training programs for pro sports. College Basketball has an especially poor record when it comes to actually graduating their players.

However, March Madness is everywhere, especially since the University of Texas made it to The Elite Eight.

The internet connection at work slowed to a snails pace.. So slow that I couldn’t use it to teach lessons, order books or anything else legitimate. It was district wide so teachers started to howl. Turns out folks (mostly in the administration building) were watching the games on streaming video. Needless to say this did not sit well with those of us in the trenches who don’t have time to go to the bathroom, much less sit in front of our computers and watch basketball.

The grocery store was full of men this afternoon buying beer and junk food. Massive quantities of beer and very large bags of chips & pretzels. Frito Lay and Budweiser stock must be up by 5 points. The lines were long and the men were intent and on a mission. They needed to get their substance and get home and hunker down and personally cheer their team to victory.

Never mind that the game is in Atlanta.

Tuesday, March 21, 2006

My BetsyTacy list ca

My Betsy-Tacy list came down with a case of the doldrums so someone started up this Snaphot MeMe to get the creative juices (and the posts) rolling again.

I too seem to have a case of the doldrums – to much to do, not enough time to do it. Way to much stuff piled up at work – the un-cataloged books , science equipment and math manipulatives are taking over the back room. My E-bay office is a mess and I’ve 12 boxes of unlisted books in the garage. The garden is quickly being overrun with weeds and needs a couple of hours of serious attention. The phone keeps ringing and ringing and ringing. The neighbor’s dogs have a bad case of the non stop barks.

I’ve got the doldrums when it comes to blog postings too, so I’m going to borrow my list servs MeMe.

WHAT I'M READING
Her Little Majesty: The Life of Queen Victoria by Carolly Erickson. Found this in a scruffy little thrift shop in Phoenix. I’m enjoying it so much that I’m going to keep it. Not that I need another royalty biography but I’m such a sucker for these kind of books. .

WHAT I'M WEARING

Red long sleeved shirt, kaki pants, Sperry Topsiders sneakers and my new Frank Lloyd Wright watch. I dress for comfort, not for fashion. Earrings have been removed. Today’s choice was dangly purple crystals. All of sudden I’m wearing earrings again – the kids are school have noticed.

WHAT I HAD FOR DINNER
Baked potato soup with bacon, green onions and cheddar cheese. I make a very good baked potato soup if I say so myself.

HOW I'M FEELING

Tired – standard feeling these days. Getting up each morning is getting harder and harder. Is this old age or is this another symptom of the doldrums?

WHAT I'D LIKE RIGHT NOW

Cape Cod White Cheddar Cheese Popcorn. That stuff is addictive.


WHAT I SHOULD BE DOING

Packing Amazon and E-Bay books so I can mail them tomorrow. Or listing books. Or re-listing all the books in my E-bay store that unlisted themselves earlier this week. Or read professional journals. Or sample books. Or folding the laundry. Or making my lunch. It’s so depressing to still be packing a lunch box at the age of 53.

WHAT I'M DOING THIS WEEKEND

Going garage sailing. And perhaps planting some herbs and flowers in my front bed so the yard won’t look so weed infested.

WHAT I DID LAST WEEKEND

Packed books and spent 4 hours to the phone talking to people in India as we tried to figure out why my new Palm Pilot wouldn’t sync with my Outlook Calendar. Mercury is so retrograde. And worked the school carnival. Weekend, what weekend?

WHAT I'M LISTENING TO

Boston Legal, with one ear, My Beloved is addicted. I can take it or leave it, but Candace Bergen is a pleasant change from the usual TV anorexic bimbo.

I’m not going to pass this MeMe on to anyone specific but if you want to do a snapshot of yourself, then take it and run with it!

Saturday, March 11, 2006

Sun City

Sun City

We’re in Phoenix, my beloved is playing golf and I’ve amused myself with some friends from my Betsy –Tacy list who enjoy garage sales and thrift stores as much as do.

Thursday we set out for Sun City, which was worth the trip, even without all the goodies we found.  What an eerie, Stepford Family quality the place has.  There are no children no young people at all, they aren’t allowed.  No schools, no playgrounds, no swing sets or tricycles on the lawns.  Everyone we saw was white, tanned and elderly.

Men are men, regardless of their age and when it comes to toys they must have the latest and greatest.   In this case, the toys are golf carts.  We saw one particularly dapper gentleman tooling along in a brushed chrome number with shiny chrome hubcaps.  Took “Pimp My Ride” to a new level.

The houses are the epitome of “Little Boxes on the Hillside (or since we’re in Phoenix the sand).  All looking just like and frozen in a time wrap dating back to when they were  first built.  The first wave, built in the 1960s are all flat roofed with shag carpet and  harvest gold and avocado green appliances. The second wave, done in the 1980s are just a bit bigger and had lots of fake wood paneling.  I understand there is now a third wave of Sun City McMansions, but we didn’t make it that far.  It’s to new to have many estate sales.

We encountered flocked wallpaper, gold gilt upholstery, pink and turquoise tile and shiny Formica flecked counters.  The furniture had a similar frozen in time look. Sun City residents mostly hail from the Mid West, and acquired their furniture before the South West desert look was chic.   Overstuffed chairs, ornate pseudo Victorian chairs, “Early American” sofas– complete with hideous plaid or floral upholstery.  Large TV consoles and I lost count of the number of entertainment centers containing record players.

Phoenix is in the midst of the drought and new houses don’t have lawns  - they have heat tolerant desert plants.  Not so in the first Sun City dwellings.  The residents seem to have done their best to replicate their former homes complete with lawns.  Only the lawns have long since died and have been replaced by artificial putting green cloth.  And a very bright green it is too. It’s Saint Patrick’s Day every day in Sun City.   The 1980s home tend to be of the cactus and clay pot school of decorating – much more environmentally friendly.

The estate sales were the most fascinating.  It was an exercise in sociology to see what people choose to bring with them.  I was amazed at the number of furs.  Not new furs, but old 1950s mink stoles and those gruesome fur pieces where the minks are all biting each other on the butt.  Hanging in the closet at one house was a WW II era mink coat – padded shoulders and all.  Just the sort of the thing the Andrews Sisters would wear on a USO tour.  It had a monogram  and came from a furrier in New York City.  It was also very, very tiny and judging from the polyester double knit pant suits for sale it’s owner outgrew it years and years ago.  Oh what stories that coat would tell and why did its owner bring it with her to the desert?

We were looking for books and they provide the best snapshot of who once lived in the house.   Just about every sale had a local cookbook or two from the owners’ hometown.
One home had a shelf full of “how to write” books, another had shelves of theology titles.
Just about every book every issued by a book club was to be had as well as many, many Readers Digest condensed books and National Geographic’s.  Some folks knitted, some did needlework and many, many, many  were golfers.   Our favorite house had art books – not coffee table art books, but technical how to draw books, all dating from the 1940s and 1950s.  Tossed in with those were children’s books, mostly from the 1960s – nice, hardbacked with the dust jacket children’s books from a time when the only kiddie lit people owned were Little Golden Books.  

The saddest houses were the houses with no books at all.  

“A house without books is like a room without windows. No man has a right to bring up his children without surrounding them with books, if he has the means to buy them.”
Horace Mann



Tuesday, March 07, 2006

Musings From Phoenix

We’re in Phoenix, AZ – it’s my Spring Break (Yeah for Spring Break!) and My Beloved has a golf school on her agenda. It just happened to be in Phoenix and just happened to take place during my Spring Break. Clever woman, My Beloved.

Assorted musings include:
Woman with large rumps should not wear Capri pants and stiletto sandals. They resemble a watermelon balancing on two toothpicks.

The checkers at the Fry’s on Baseline Road in Phoenix are delightfully friendly and helpful. Such a refreshing change from the bored, with attitude teenagers at my local Kroger.

People who frequent the library for free internet access via the library computers are sorely lacking in the social skills and will not hesitate to bite one’s head off at any imagined slight or honest mistake. I am very grateful I have my own computer.

In conjunction with that, free wi-fi is one of the greatest inventions of the 21st century.

And further more, I am very grateful I no longer work in a public library so I don't have to deal with clientele who don't want to give up their computer terminal because their time is up

Why did it take us only 3 hours to fly to Phoenix but then take 2 hours to retrieve one’s luggage and rental car? The Phoenix airport has ; in its infinite wisdom built a central rental car terminal. It’s Aggie Architecture at its best - the ramps are so tight and narrow that the shuttle buses they use can’t navigate it.

No matter what town I visit I always seem to find the day-labors site. Must have something to do with my fondness for thrift shops.

Phoenix in March is heavenly – the temps are a prefct mid 70 with not a smidgeon of humidity.

Phoenix & Scottsdale must have strict signage laws. Not only are the buildings low – I’ve seen few about 4 stories, the signs are also low to the ground. Very refreshing to eye after Houston’s visual pollution. Everything is painted in desert blending colors too – nothing garish or gaudy. The freeway noise muffling walls are inlaid with the most interesting Southwestern designs. Houston should take some lessons.

Sunday, March 05, 2006

A Book Sailing We Will Go...

A Book Sailing We Will Go….

Woo- Hoo! I’m on Spring Break and the book sale season has begun. We kicked it off with the annual Boerne Library Sale, followed up by the next day with a Mini-Monster book sale in Austin.

The Boerne sale begins on Friday at noon so I started my Spring Break 1 day early. My principal knows my book buying forays add hundreds of dollars to books to the library so she is lenient about awarding personal days.

We set forth at 6am and sailed into New Braunfels by 9:30, just in time for the thrift stores to open up. Not much in the way of goodies but such is life. Hopefully no scores meant the book sale would be good to us. Book Sellers are perpetual optimists.

Boerne is a small town, about an hour north of San Antonio that for some reason has a stellar sale. Well laid out, well organized, not to pricy and in a building that is big enough to accommodate the crowds. Boerne is a well-heeled area, catering to retirees who are enjoying the good life. There is a also a population of ex-hippies, artsy crafty people who love the Texas Hill Country - not only is it beautiful, but it is also the vortex of all things liberal in Texas. Overall, it adds up to a population of avid readers.

By 11:30 the line was 50 people long and growing. Most book sellers know each other by sight so there was lots of chatting going on, talk of past finds, future finds, the fate of Abebooks.com, whether or not it was worth it to open an e-bay store and acceptable book sale behavior.

It is a hot topic in the book-selling world. Technology has radically changed bookselling, what with the Internet and Scoutpal almost anyone can become a bookseller – at least for a little while.

In the old days book sellers relied on notebooks and their memories, which were prodigious and photogenic. Scoutpal enables one to scan or type in an ISBN and instantly find the value of a book according to Amazon. One does not need to know anything about books; one just needs to know how to type. At least that is what they think.

Dubbed the “scan monsters” they are considered lower than low. Many good booksellers use Scoutpal - I for one swear by it. However, we also have an intrinsic knowledge of books and use it as an additional tool, but not as our only tool. We go thought the tables, book by book, selecting what we want and setting them aside to check later when we cull prior to buying.

The scan monsters don’t operate like that. They sweep the contents of an entire table into boxes and carry the boxes to a corner where they scan every title and toss the discards, helter skelter into a pile. To them books are commodities. Period. Often they operate in a family – 3 or 4 of them grab up armloads of books while several others scan away in a corner. They horde stacks and stacks of books and allow no one else near them.

One of the worst offenders lives in Houston, nobody knows her name but everybody knows her. She arrived and the buzz started as folks pointed her out and recounted horror stories of her past behavior.

At the stroke of noon one the sale organizers opened the door and climbed on a chair to make some announcements. After the usual thank you for comings she stated that, based on past behaviors, they had made some changes in the rules. Anyone caught hording books, cleaning off tables or being rude or greedy would be asked to leave.

The line broke into wild cheers and applause.

Just like Queen Victoria, the Scan Monster was not amused.

Sunday, February 26, 2006

The Backlash

….is beginning. Texas, especially Houston, Dallas and San Antonio opened up their cities, wallets and hearts to the residents of New Orleans. Many, many of them were flown and bussed to the Lone Star State and housed in shelters, hotel rooms and apartments. Donations of cash, food, clothing and furniture poured in. FEMA and the city of Houston provided housing vouchers, Medicare agreed to pick up the health care tab and FEMA provided money for living expenses. Schools waived records and birth certificate requirements and took in all students with no questions asked.

It has now been six months. Many of evacuees are still here; the majority former residents of the Lower Ninth Ward, which may never be rebuilt. These are the poorest, the least educated , the medically fragile and are ill equipped to cope with a series of disasters which would stagger the most well adjusted. These folks have lost their family support system and all that is familiar. Back in the Big Easy their safety net was tenuous at best and in Texas it is non existent.

All of New Orleans’s dirty laundry came with them. Gang wars, turf wars, drug dealers – career criminals who thumbed their nose at the Louisiana justice system. Our crime rate is soaring.

New Orleans schools were known to be inept, corrupt, and more interested in lining administrator’s pockets than educating children. The kids are low, low, low. They need counseling, they need remedial help, they need health care, they need parenting and they need manners. Fighting appears to be the problem solving method of choice. We are having problems and it is worse at the high schools. Schools are struggling and money that could be spent on education is going for additional security.

Texas never spent much on heath care for the indigent - we have some of the highest rates of uninsured in the nation. Our clinics were barely coping and now the Medicare wavers are running out and the emergency rooms are swamped.

FEMA took what little Section 8 housing Houston had and our own poor have nowhere to go. We had long, long waiting lists for public housing and they have suddenly become much, much longer.

Houston is a hard city to be poor. A car is almost a necessity, housing is expensive, social services inadequate and there is a long tradition of pulling yourself up by the bootstraps. Low skill jobs pay barely minimum wage and there is a large underground economy of illegal immigrants who will work for well below that wage.

The Mayor of New Orleans now says he does not want any one to come back who “won’t work”. Many of the folks now in Houston cannot work. They have never worked, they have no skills, they are ill or they have multiple small children. Welfare has supported them for at least 3 or 4 generations and the culture of getting up every day and going to work is alien to them. They are the very old and the very young – grandparents raising their grandchildren and great grandchildren. The parents? In jail, on the streets, in and out of drug rehab, and unable to raise their children.

So, they are all ours. Thousands of new residents needing millions of dollars in services that Texas taxpayers must pay for. The Federal Government seems to have billions to rebuild Iraq but very little for the Texas, Louisiana, Mississippi, Alabama, Florida and other hurricane-affected areas.

The administration has taken NIMBY – Not in My Back Yard to a new level.

Other Duties as Requ




Other Duties as Required….


All school librarian jobs come with a list of “other duties as required” which is long and varied.   I know of one librarian who is responsible for all the laminating at her school.  Over 1000 pieces a month – she even keeps a count!  Librarians are frequently responsible for lunch or playground duty.  Sometimes the library is closed and the librarian becomes an emergency classroom teacher when a sub is a no show.

My own list is lengthy.  In my 15 years, I have:
  1. Chaperoned field trips

  2. Baked dozens and dozens of brownies to serve at reading celebrations

  3. Supervised kids in trouble when the Assistant Principal’s office is on overflow

  4. Housed a student when their teacher just “had to get him/her out of their sight”

  5. Provided jobs for teacher assistant subs that nobody wants

  6. Tutored

  7. Taught Gifted and Talented classes

  8. Set up computers, TV/VCR combos, DVDs.  Somehow; if it plugs in, then it’s my job

  9. Moved the library- twice

  10. Kept children who couldn’t go on field trips

  11. Provided extension cords, batteries, puppets, globes, tape, pencils, scissors, overhead lamps,  chocolate and hugs

  12. Rearranged furniture to accommodate  last minute speakers

  13. Served as the cafeteria when the cafeteria was needed for a program.

  14. Instructed teachers in Password  101

  15. Made coffee

  16. Cleaned tables

  17. Hosted showers and parties

However, last Tuesday, during the TAKS test I had the end all of be all  “other duties as required”.

The TAKS test is an all day affair.  The students are allowed if they need to or wish to stay after school to finish it.  Tuesday’s test was a marathon in endurance.  The kids overflowed the library and this was despite some teachers opting to keep their kids in class.  Accommodating this many children gets tricky since the rules require that a trained in test administration, certified teacher be in attendance at all times.

One of  the 5th graders, who in charge of his only 1 year younger sister couldn’t find her anywhere.  We finally figured out she’d gone home on the bus and since he had the only key to their apartment, she was locked out.  Her apartment complex, which is Section 8 housing and  filled with Katrina evacuees via  FEMA vouchers is not the sort of place where a pretty little 10 year girl needs to be hanging about with no place to go.  Her family is from New Orleans too and they haven’t any friends here.   The girl has some issues and isn’t allowed to stay home alone.

The Principal dispatched me to go and get her and bring her back to school to wait for her brother to finish up.   I took the apartment key, got into my car and set off.

The apartment complex was grim, it is large and sprawling, the buildings painted the color of elephant poop (it helps keep the gang graffiti under control), the parking lot full of ruts and holes and the grass dry and battered into a matted pulp. It was swarming with children, running and out from the dented cars and the dumpsters, swinging on the spindly trees and climbing on the balconies and railings.  Leave It to Beaver or Maybury RFD is wasn’t.  

I found the girl sitting on the front stoop of her apartment.  Just sitting, not looking anxious, not wondering just sitting looking resigned.  I told her I needed to take her back to school and she said she couldn’t go till she walked the pit bulls.  One was chained to the railing by the front door, the other inside in a crate.  

So we opened up the door and there was indeed a dog in a crate.  The only other furniture was a new couch and chair that had a “rent to own” look about them and the largest big screen TV I’ve ever seen.  We walked the dogs, chained them up again and headed back to school.

I’ve had many, many “other duties as required” but this is the first time I’ve been asked to walk the Pit Bulls. .

Luckily they were friendly Pit Bulls..



Friday, February 24, 2006

More Bookselling

I'm a regular columnist with Bookthinker! I'm so excited - I've always loved to write. I recommend BookThink to all aspiring booksellers - it's so informative and the people who frequent it are always polite and civil. It's a very pleasant change from the E-Bay booksellers forum, where folks are downright snarly.

Here is this month's effort!

The Career Romance Novel
By Guusje Moore

Last month’s column dealt with Malt Shop novels – teenage girl gets the boy of her dreams – all written and set in the 1950s and early 1960s. So where did these girls go after high school graduation? Why, they reappear in the Career Romance Novels, also published during the same time period.
CRNs were written during an era when many middle to upper middle class families sent their daughters as well as their sons to college. After all, a college education would equip her to be a better wife and mother. In addition, she would more likely meet a white collar husband within the ivy halls. If by chance she was not engaged her senior year, she could at least support herself until Mr. Right came along. Of course, this was all pre Betty Freidan and The Feminine Mystique.
<http://www.greatwomen.org/women.php?action=viewone&id=62>
CRN heroines are not the saucy, sexy Cosmo Girls of the swinging sixties; these are "good girls" who wear hats and gloves to work and might give up a chaste kiss on the final page. Oddly, Career Romances were virginal precursor of the highly successful Chick Lit genre. As an aside, Chick Lits, which are easily spotted in their hot pink covers, do well in lots if you can get the books cheaply on FOL bag day.
Most titles followed one of two rigid formats. Either the name of the main character appeared first followed by her career choice (e.g., Beth Hilton, Model, Sue Barton, Senior Nurse, Nancy Runs the Bookmobile) or there was simply an allusion or the actual job title (e.g., The Girl in the White Coat, Flight Nurse, Miss Library Lady). You will note that there are not many doctors, lawyers or engineers in these series. The jobs dramatized are very traditional and typically female dominated – e.g., teachers, decorators or secretaries. You might run across an occasional dancer or actress, but most of these books are about realistic career aspirations.
Nurse CRNs books almost deserve a column unto themselves. There are hundreds of them. When listing a nurse book, be sure to put "nurse" in your title if doesnÂ’t appear in the book title. There are lots of nurse memorabilia collectors, and this will drive them to your auctions. Most nurse CRNs are stand-alone titles, but there are series as well. Two queens of the genre are Cherry Ames and Sue Barton. Cherry even has her own website, which also has information on other nurse books:
<http://www.cherryamespage.com/>
The Tiny Pineapple is another good resource:
<http://www.tinypineapple.com/bookshelf/nurse_books/>
A friend once described Cherry Ames as "The Nurse with ADD" since Cherry changes jobs with more frequency than a two-year-old throws tantrums. There are 27 books in the series, and several were recently reprinted. As with most any series, the last appearing books are the most valuable - in this case, Jungle Nurse and Ski Nurse can net $200 and up on eBay. The earliest books are the most common but are still well worth grouping into lots. Research what you find and plan your auctions accordingly.
Sue Barton, a spirited redhead, was created by Helen Dore Boylston. The series follows her career from student nurse through her marriage and the birth of her children. Some of her struggles with career and motherhood still ring true today. The Sue Bartons with full color dust jackets showing head and shoulders pictures of the heroine command the best prices. Individual copies often sell for $50 more, even in an ex-library state. Non ex-libs with dust jackets can go for well over $100. However, since sheÂ’s not been reprinted, any Sue Barton book sells, even the paperback or British versions. (See the Cherry Ames website for more information.)
Helen Dore Boylston also wrote a four-book series based on an actress - Carol Page. Titles include Carol Goes Backstage, Carol Goes on Tour, Carol Plays Summer Stock and Carol Goes on Stage. These are one of my holy grails. I have never read one, let along owned one. They sell for a pretty penny, but were I to find them, I think I would add them to my personal collection. An interesting piece of kiddie lit trivia is that Helen Dore Boyston is reputed to have been the lover of Rose Wilder Lane, only child of Laura Ingalls Wilder, author of the Little House Books (more on her in a future column). And there is a theory that Lane did more than edit her mother’s books – she actually wrote them.
<http://www.elliemik.com/boylston.html>
As I mentioned, most career books are single titles written by a variety of authors, though Betty Baxter Anderson wrote quite a few of them. It is not as important to memorize authors names in this sub-genre because they are more commonly collected by job description or publisher runs. CRN publishers attempted to cover as many careers as reasonably plausible. Keep an eye out for Dodd Mead’s "Career Books" and J. Messner’s "Career Romances for Young Moderns" – two of the more prolific publishers. Most collectors try to complete full runs by publisher, though some specialize in specific careers. Besides nurses, there seem to a large number of teacher and librarian novels out there.
<http://www.jenw.org/home.htm>
As with the nurse books, always list the career in your title, and, if you have room for the phrase "career romance" or "career girl," include it also.
Once our career girl met Mr. Right, the wedding was the next event on the agenda. Actually, there are not very many wedding or marriage books, perhaps because these books were written for teenage girls whose imagination went no further than a misty veil and a handsome groom waiting at the altar.
There are, however a few to look for. Prices have dropped sharply since most have been recently reprinted, but ex-library copies still appeal to nostalgia buffs. Rosamund Du Jardin wrote two – Double Wedding and Wedding in the Family, both of which start with an engagement ring and end with tossing rice. Maud Hart Lovelace (another author who deserves an article) ended her very popular Betsy-Tacy series with Betsy’s Wedding. Lenora Mattingly Weber married off Beany Malone in Something Borrowed, Something Blue. She then added one more to the series – Come Back Where Ever You Are, which detailed Beany’s experiences as young wife and mother. It was one of the few books that dealt with married life. The only other one I can think of is Anne Emery’s Married on Wednesday.
Most of the time you will only find ex-library copies of these books. Hardback with a dust jacket under mylar is most preferable, but library bindings with pictorial covers are also saleable. Since these are young adult novels, you may find them in a teen fiction group at library sales.
So, keep your eyes peeled for Brenda Becomes a Buyer, Jet Stewardess, Jinny Williams: Library Assistant or Sue Barton, Staff Nurse. Grab the covers showing a dewy eyed bride in a trailing white dress, and youÂ’ll be smiling right along with the wedding guests.

Monday, February 20, 2006

T minus One and Counting

It’s tomorrow. The day of decision. The day of destiny. The day of reckoning. D-Day. The Last Judgement. The bump at the end of the road. The last supper.

Tomorrow is the TAKS test. The all important, all things hinge on , oh no we don’t teach the test, we teach the curriculum (yeah right!) TAKS test.

It’s a killer day – 8 year old children are expected sit still, and focus on all day reading test. Those who fail get pulled for yet even more intensive tutoring so they can re-take it in May. Those who fail it then end up in summer school so that they can have one more try at it in late June. It’s three strikes and you’re out – or 3 strikes and you repeat the grade. The same goes for the 5th graders.

So much rides on this test – my Principal’s job, our school’s reputation, a teacher’s future class assignment, a child’s future & the neighborhood real estate prices.

Yet so much of it is totally out of our control. We ask the parents to ensure their kids have a good dinner, an early bedtime, a calm morning and a good breakfast. However, we can’t be sure this is going to happen and for some of our kids we know it won’t. Many of our parents have the most tenuous of childcare arrangements and by this time of the month, the cupboards are bare.

There are many things wrong with No Child Left Behind and the emphasis on tests, tests and more tests. The worst thing, in my opinion is that while we only have the kids 8 hours a day, we are still held responsible for what happens to them the other 16. Not to mention what happened to them the first 4 years of their life and the 9 months they spent in utereo.

Wednesday, February 15, 2006

On the Road to Nowhere

My school has a high mobility rate (worse since Hurricane Katrina) - students come and students go. It’s not uncommon for some of our kids to attend 2 or 3 different schools over the course of the school year.

Last August one of the new students really stood out – after all most 5th graders don’t come accompanied by their own parole officer. He was very tall, already a year and half-older than most of our other 5th graders (ah, the joys of double retainees). Well spoken, well mannered when he wanted to be, very intelligent, read way above grade level and wrote with a maturity far beyond most 5th graders.

He also had attitude with a capital A, a chip on his shoulder, street smarts and no work ethic whatsoever. He argued with everyone and anyone, instigated fights, and quickly became a frequent guest of the Assistant Principal.

Our principal, well aware that African American Males are an endangered species, gave him chance, after chance, after chance. She mentored him , had parent conferences, sent him to counseling, moved him to a different classroom, even approved a transfer when his mother moved out of the attendance zone.

Everyone thought he was turning over a new leaf till a couple of "never been trouble, always well behaved" girls tentatively approached their teacher and spilled out a sordid tale of sexual comments, harassment, verbal threats and what in the workplace would be considered “a hostile work environment”.

Once they broke the ice the stories came tumbling out. He would follow kids home and jump them once they off school grounds, he sat in the very back of the bus and talked trash well aware that the bus driver could not hear him. He had issued threats of what he would do if anyone dared report him. In short, he had pretty much terrorized the class.
Since he was extremely intelligent he had a genius for saying just the right thing when confronted and knowing just what he could away with when the teacher’s back was turned.

His behavior gave the principal no choice but to revoke his transfer. He’s going from our school, which while we may be 85 % free lunch and everything that goes with it, is still a very good school. We care about the kids, we nurture them, our kids learn and our test scores are excellent. He would have had a chance with us; in fact, we were most likley his last chance

Come Monday he will be attending school in a neighboring district, in an area of town noted for its high crime and low performing schools. Next year he’ll be at middle school with an even worse reputation, and the high school, should he manage to stay in school long enough to get there is even worse.

It is all so very sad, here is a young man who has so much potential yet at age 11 his life script is already written. By the time, he is 21 he will be either in a wooden box or in an iron cell.

Even though we are supposed to leave no child behind some cannot be salvaged.

Sunday, February 12, 2006

MeMe of Three

This MeMe is making the rounds of the blogsphere and it is also making the rounds of the Betsy-Tacy listserv. Which makes perfect sense since it’s a list of women who read and love the Betsy Tacy books by Maud Hart Lovelace. Those of us on the list are compulsive readers who will read the ads while riding the subway, the back of the cereal box or a tattered magazine in the doctors office so it’s not surprising we are also passionate about children’s literature.

I don’t like to resort to MeMe’s - include to many in your blog and it starts to read like you’ve joined the Stratemeyer Syndicate, but I’ve got a cold and I’m feeling brain dead. This one is short and rather fun.

What are your three favorite children's series?
1. The Betsy-Tacy series by Maud Hart Lovelace.
2. The Shoe Series by Noel Streatfeidl.
3. The Beany Malone / Katie Rose and Stacy series by Lenora Mattingly Weber

What are your three favorite non-series children's books?
1. A Little Princess by Frances Hodgson Burnett.
2. Miss Happiness and Miss Flower by Rumer Godden
3. An Old Fashioned Girl by Louisa May Alcott

What are your three favorite children's book characters?
1. Ramona from the Henry Huggins / Ramona books by Beverly Cleary. She still makes me laugh
2. Emily Webster from Emily of Deep Valley by Maud Hart Lovelace. I was so like Emily when I was in High School
3. Jane Ellison in the Jane / F-H series by Anne Emery. Unlike many teenage heroines, Jane wasn’t perfect, in fact she fumbled and bumbled as much as I did as a teenager. It was nice to know I wasn’t alone.

Commentary:
This list is from the books I read growing up as child and still read and reread. I’ve found few contemporary children’s novelists whom I adore with the same passion, though I have many, many favorite picture books that I use over and over again in my lessons.

And of course I had to leave out many, many books – the Melendy Family series by Elizabeth Enright, Hitty Her First 100 Years, the books by Rosamund Du Jardin, the old, non PC Bobbsey Twins, the original Mary Poppins & Winnie the Pooh books (not the Disney versions), many other books by Rumer Godden and Frances Hodgson Burnett, Black Beauty, the Little House books by Laura Ingalls Wilder, the Moffat books by Eleanor Estes…the list goes on and on and on.

I’m not going to pass this MeMe on to anyone in particular. If it sends you down memory lane, then take it and run with it!

Tuesday, February 07, 2006

Comma Comma And

The TAKS writing test is just around the bend and our 4th graders are busy, busy, busy with “Writing Camp”. Think Boot Camp for budding writers and you get the picture. The main difference between the Marines and us is that our recruits don’t enlist, they are conscripted.

I took another teacher’s after school tutoring session and after taking one look at the TAKS packet (there is nothing more soul destroying than a TAKS packet) I tossed it aside and opted for “quick writes” instead.

We are blessed with some amazing on-line resources, including United Streaming, which I’ve renamed “The Cyber Blockbuster”. Its forte is streaming video but the site also has a section of teacher tools, including illustrated writing prompts.

I put one up and we started brainstorming. Our students have a tendency to make a long list of traits when they are writing description so I’ve been teaching the concept of “comma, comma, and”. Think 3, as in The 3 Bears, The 3 Pigs or The Holy Trinity. We seem to be inatly programmed to look for patterns of three. Using “comma, comma, and” really does help a passage “flow”.

After 20 minutes we’d came up with a pithy paragraph describing the night flight of an owl. I used a laptop and projector and typed their suggestions in MSWord. The kids found the programs ability to do automatic spelling and grammar checks most intriguing. They have to use paper and pencil so not only do they have to worry about content; they also have to sweat the mechanics. That is a tall order for a 9 year old, especially for one for whom English is not their first language.

They then choose another prompt and we all sat down and started to write. I joined them and all of a sudden, I noticed I could no longer hear their pencils scratching on the paper. I looked up and they were all staring at me - I’d scratched out a sentence. A teacher admitting to a mistake? Unheard off! Aren’t teachers supposed to be perfect?

This teacher isn’t, at least not when it comes to writing!

When we finished one of the kids looked up at me and said “This was fun”.

Ah, there is nothing sweeter to a teachers ear than knowing a lesson hit home!

Sunday, February 05, 2006

Superbowl Thoughts

  • Mick Jagger looks damm good for a man in his late 50s. Especially considering he's not exactly lead a snow white life. And for sure he has no arthritis in his hips and knees! How'd he get lucky? I do think he's got a couple of socks stuffed in his crotch though. He did however keep his pants zipped up so we'll never know for sure.

  • So far I've not seen any particular memorable commercials, other than one sponsored by the NFL where they admitted that some folks (raising hand in agreement) really do watch the game for the commercials.

  • I've got a potentially high dollar book on E-bay, auction ending tonight and stupid me didn't snap that it's ending in the middle of Superbowl Sunday. I have fingers crossed that there are 2 bidders out there with high proxies and a good sniping program.

  • The game is really boring. Not much is happening - players run up the field, they run down the field. They fall down. They challenge the official's calls. It's all defense and on offense. This game is always more hype than substance.

  • I guess I could go to the grocery store. I bet there aren't many people shopping . But the couch is so comfortable.

  • I've seen many promos for shows I don't want to see and movies I don't want to spend money on. When it comes to me, many, many advertising dollars are being wasted.

  • Oh, the Disney World ads are spot on. I rather like the NFL photo montages of players holding the trophy too. What happened to Frito Lay and the beer companies? I've not seen a mention of their products. I bet Superbowl Sunday is their equivalent of Black Friday.

  • Oops, Pittsburgh just ran for a touchdown on the 2nd half kick off. I think they are going to win. I'd like that. My Dad was always a Pittsburgh fan.

Did you multi-task during the game? What was your activity of choice?

Sunday, January 29, 2006

Going Going Gone

Going, Going, Gone….

In our never-ending quest for new stock, my E-bay bookselling buddy and I went to our first auction. Oh, yes, we’d known about auctions for years, but we’d never been to one.

Thanks to my column in Bookthink I received an e-mail from an Austin bookseller telling me that L.L. Auctions had one on their calender that promised “children’s books”.

Since we were total auction novices, I e-mailed Lisa, the owner and asked her some rather basic questions. Her response was so friendly and welcoming that we decided to give it a whirl.

The inventory list said their were four “lots” of books. We had no idea what a lot consisted off, but we emptied my car and on a grey, cool Sunday, we took off for La Marque, a small town south of Houston. La Marque is a small town consisting of down at the heel buildings, failed businesses and many trailers, all in poor repair.

We pulled up to the auction site, a small warehouse / small business park. The tenants seemed to have forgotten to pay their electric bill and their rent, hence the auction. They also hadn’t paid for plumbing – the facilities consisted of a porta potty. We were assured there was no running water on site (wrong – more on that later).

The interior was dim and dusty and stacked almost to the ceiling with everything, including the kitchen sink. School desks, old air conditioners, antique furniture, a canoe, football uniforms, dusty toys, old clothes, dishes, the valuable, the trivial, the worthless and the forgotten.

We found our first “lot” in a corner -some 50 unwieldy boxes of books, books and more books. We dug into a few and they appeared to be the cast offs of an old elementary school. The other lots were equally large and the contents appeared to be similar.

Most of the folks were regulars – they stood around chain smoking and chatting of past auctions and bragging on their E-bay sales. Many had the “ex biker look” - beards, gimme caps, beer bellies, bad teeth accompanied by that “dipped lightly in grease” aura. Everyone was quite friendly and it was interesting to listen to their stories.

The list of goods was long we settled in for a long wait. Lisa was efficient, organized and amusing and she moved along quickly. Most of the items went for pennies on the dollar – it was definitely a place to pick up some bargains.

While there was a great deal of interest in some tubs of old videos, nobody appeared to want the books and we ended up with 3 lots. By this time, it was 3pm and we could see a storm brewing on the horizon.

We ripped open the first box and started culling. Some gems, much, much, much chaff. Due to space and time constraints, we knew we could only take the books worth listing and that we would have to consign the others to a dumpster. Luckily, for us, many of the other buyers had a serious case of Packrat and started gathering up what we’d left behind. We happily told them to take whatever they wanted. My friend made a quick call to her husband and he gamely agreed to drive down and help us out.

In the midst of it all we discovered there was indeed running water in the building. A cheap PVC spigot broke off a pipe and water shot out in a 50 foot stream. People scurried to grab their items, ran for buckets and searched futilely for the shut off valve. This did not exist because there was not supposed to be any running water in the first place. One inch of water soon covered the floors and started streaming out the doors and into the parking lot.

A rumble of thunder sounded and became apparent there was going to be water both underfoot and overhead. We loaded up our cars – the increasing dim light made it impossible to continue sorting and headed out as the first drops began to fall.

Said drops quickly became a downpour, a deluge and a monsoon. Hunger had set in so we crept along the freeway until we saw a promising looking Mexican restaurant.

Chips, queso and a potent Margarita quickly improved our outlook on life.

Would we do it again? In a heartbeat, only this time we are bringing our own book boxes, a box cutter, a dolly a flashlight and our rubber boots!

Saturday, January 21, 2006

A Bit of Levity



When it comes to the Education Biz, January is such a drab month. Winter Break is over and done with, Spring Break is so far away and the TAKS test looms. The shine is off the new shoes and the backpacks are frayed, as are the teacher’s tempers and nerves.

We needed a bit of levity, frivolity and general silliness. One day I caught our new Assistant Principal wearing some funky bear paw slippers. Back in his kindergarten days, he wore them when it was time to “Slip into Books”.

From that “Slip into Books” day was born. We kept it a deep dark secret from the kids. The wall were papered with signs saying “Feet = Books”, “Something Odd with Happen on Friday”, “What did the Teachers Forget? “, “Blame it on Mr. A” and “It’s all Mr. A’s Fault. The kids helped make the signs, which heightened the excitement since they had no idea what was going to happen.

Wild rumors swept the school. The teachers weren’t going to show up, Dr. Seuss was coming for a visit, we were going to invaded by aliens, Mr. A was going to walk around books glued to his foot or the teachers were all going to wear chicken suits. We never did figure out the logic of that last one.

They resorted to bribery. “Oh, you’re the best librarian ever. You can tell me, I promise not to tell anyone”. Several budding con men claimed they did know and that they would, for a price divulge the secret.

Friday rolled around and most all of the teachers exchanged their shoes for fuzzy wuzzy slippers, the more outrageous the better. That morning the hall, where the students wait for the breakfast lines to open rang with giggles as they admired their teachers choice of footwear.




We’d told the kids that there was a pizza party for the first ones to figure out the slogan.


Their minds started whirling and twirling. Again, some were utterly outrageous “Stomp on Books”, “Stamp Out TAKS” (we wish) but as the morning progressed and we started giving out hints, some got pretty close.

5 of my morning library kids were determined crack the code.

“Let’s go to slippers.com” one suggested.

“No, we’d better try slogans.com” said another.

“Ms. M, how many words? “ pleaded another

“3” said I, the instigator of the event.

“Books, one of the words must be books” chorused another.

“Yes”. I was being very cryptic that day.

“What’s the rest of it? “ they asked, hopefully.

“It’s got a verb”

“Verb, what’s a verb” they inquired.

“Figure it out, you learned that last year”. Mean old librarian knows the TEKS all to well.

Quick group consult and verbs begin to bandy back and forth. One comes to the conclusion that it has something to do with slipper.

“Slipper with Books?”

“Slipped on Books?”

“Slip on Books?”.

“Wrong preposition”

“What’s a preposition?”

“Anything a plane can do to a cloud”. That one is courtesy of my own 4th grade teacher.

“Whaaaatttttt????”

Quick grammar lesson and I’m caught in the middle of an Outburst game or I’ve time traveled back to the days when I used to watch Password on TV.

“Slip through Books?”

“Slip Over Books?”

”Slip Under Books?”

“It’s a compound preposition.”

“Huh???”

”As in compound word”

“Slip around books?”

“Slip into Books”.

“You got it!”.

The team members break into wild cheers and high fives and rush out to tell all the other students that they “know” but that they are not telling!

By 9am I have a winner for each grade. With one exception, all the winners are teams of 2 or 3 kids who got together and brainstormed.

And amongst all that fun we actually accomplished some educational objectives.

The kids practiced prediction, had a real life lesson in reasonableness, expanded their vocabulary, reviewed grammar and most importantly learned the value of cooperation and teamwork.

Two heads really are better than one.

Anyone care to join us for pizza on Wednesday?