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Showing posts with label Rick. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 02, 2013

Answers about ricklibrarian

I think more and more that the best thing about library conferences is meeting people. This morning I received an email with questions about writing my blog from a librarian I met at the American Library Association Annual Conference this week in Chicago. Since I have not really said much about the blog itself in a long time, I am also posting modified answers to her questions.

I stay at least partially informed on book and library industry trends by reading articles linked from AL Direct and Library Link of the Day as well as listening to the New York Times Book Review podcast. I read newspapers and journals. I also learn at librarians' meeting and from my Facebook friends.

I receive no dollars or cents from my blog. I have never tried because I want to stay totally independent. Money is not as valuable as peace of mind.

I ignore most of the email I get from marketing agents trying to get me to read books. Maybe twice a year I might be willing to read something and tell the author/agent that I make no promises about reviewing. It has probably been more than a year since I have reviewed anything on ricklibrarian by request. I mostly review books from libraries. I have requested maybe three electronic readers copies through Edelweiss.

I review instead of promote. I usually stick to books and media and ignore products and services. I might comment on a product/services good for libraries or readers, but it rare.

I have enjoyed blogging, and it led to my writing two readers' advisory books. It has made me lots of friends. That's the payoff.

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Review for Read On Biography and Other Read On News

The first of the reviews for my book Read On ... Biography is out. Booklist likes it. I appreciate the word "essential." If you have not heard, I reviewed 450 biographies, most written since the year 2000. They are organized by appeal factors into topical lists. There are author-title and subject indices to help you find books that you know, which are grouped with books that you might try. Of course, I would like to see Read On .. Biography in libraries everywhere.

Here is other Read On news. In celebration of National Audiobook Month, Libraries Unlimited is offering a 20% discount on Joyce Saricks' Read On...Audiobooks for the month of June. Use promo code 12LU189B to receive the special offer. You may read more about the book and order from http://www.abc-clio.com/product.aspx?isbn=9781591588047.

Monday, April 30, 2012

On Writing Book Reviews for Booklist

For the past two years, I have been writing book reviews for Booklist, the review journal for public libraries from the America Library Association. Every month or so, I get a package from Adult Books Editor Brad Hooper with one, two, or (once) even three review copies of forthcoming books. Most have been science and nature books aimed at general readers. Early on, I received a series of human-animal interaction books - a man and his pet grizzly kind of books. I also got collections of thoughtful essays on human stewardship (or lack of) of our environment. I enjoyed all of these books immensely.

Then, I started getting books about the seas and oceans. Perhaps there is a boom in this field of publishing. I was not expecting it, but I am starting to feel I could test for some college credit in marine biology. I am sure I can now talk very knowledgeably with my old biology major apartment mate Joe about microorganisms and fisheries. Here is a list the marine-related titles that I have read and reviewed to date:


  • Demon Fish: Travels through the Hidden World of Sharks by Juliet Eilperin
  • Kraken: The Curious, Exciting, and Slightly Disturbing Science of Squid by Wendy Williams
  • Sex, Drugs, and Sea Slime: The Ocean's Oddest Creatures and Why They Matter by Ellen Prager
  • Bayshore Summer by Peter Dunne
  • Arctic Summer by Peter Dunne
  • The Great White Bear: A Natural and Unnatural History of the Polar Bear by Kieran Mulvaney
  • Fraser's Penguins: A Journey to the Future of Antarctica by Fen Montaigne
  • Horseshoe Crabs and Velvet Worms by Richard Fortey
  • Overfishing: What Everyone Needs to Know by Ray Hilborn
  • Ocean of Life by Callum Roberts
  • Floating Gold: An Unnatural History of Ambergris by Christopher Kemp
  • Horseshoe Crab: Biology of a Survivor by Anthony D. Fredericks
  • In Pursuit of Giants: One Man's Global Search for the Last of the Great Fish by Matt Rigney


The books at the bottom part of the list are not yet available in stores, but I have gotten to read them already. That is half the fun of being a book reviewer.

I have also found my reviewing has helped at parties. I go to very few, but I actually found myself in a conversation at one about the books of biologist Richard Fortey and was able to say "I've read his forthcoming book." Maybe I will now get more invitations. Everyone wants to know a book reviewer.

Friday, November 25, 2011

Black Friday at ricklibrarian: Real Lives Revealed Deal

I am not sure if this really is related to Black Friday but I noticed that my book Real Lives Revealed is now on sale for half the list price at ABC-Clio/Libraries Unlimited. Here is the link to see that what was $65 is now $32.50. I can only speculate as to the meaning of this for future sales. Whatever, if you were wanting a copy but were unhappy with the price, you can now get it at a better price.

I see that ABC-Clio's move has not affected Amazon or Barnes and Noble, which still want full price. They had offered discounts when the book was new. Used book sellers want as much as $92 for it.

The reason that I had looked my book up is that I had noticed some new Libraries Unlimited titles being offered as ebooks. I was hoping that my book would now be an ebook as well, but it has not happened.

Enjoy Black Friday in the manner of your own choosing!

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

My Baseball Card Story

In the April 1, 2011 issue of Booklist, Bill Ott (whom I almost called Mel Ott) tells how reading the new memoir Cardboard Gods, in which Josh Wilker's tells how collecting baseball cards helped him through a difficult childhood, sparked Bill's memory of collecting sports cards. Bill and his friend Rob once traded some expendable comic books for several boxes of highly-prized baseball and football cards. The friends took the football cards and played games with them on his friend's dining room floor. Boys being boys, they got into a "brawl," many of the best of the best were damaged, and Bill and Rob learned they were not natural-born documents conservators. Glue and Scotch tape did not mend their cardboard heroes.

Though not as dramatically violent, my baseball card story also involves games played on a floor. I spent a year living on a ranch nine miles south of Big Lake, a small town in West Texas, often with no companions for play. On Saturdays, or evenings, or through the long summer between fourth and fifth grade, I reorganized my baseball cards. I might put them into order according to the card numbers, starting with my 1964 Topps cards, then the 1963s, and then then 1962s. Then I might sort them into team sets. Sometimes I alphabetized them, put all the players together by positions, left-handed and right-handed, and once even sorted them by birth dates. I like to think that I learned then the attention to details that I needed later to become a reference librarian.

At some point I devised a game that involved removing all the rubber bands and pouring all the cards onto my bedroom floor. I stirred and tossed the cards to mix them and then put them into big piles. Then, dealing from the top, I ran team races from one end of the room to the other. Each team advanced one spot with each player card added to its stack. First team to get twenty cards won. Often a team I disliked, such as the Yankees or the Reds crossed the finish line first, so I'd run the race again, hoping to get a better result. More stirring and tossing, dinging edges and bending corners of the thin cardboard rectangles.

While Bill seems slightly penitent, I do not regret the rough demands that I made on the cards. They were meant for play. Those were good days before adults made baseball cards into collectibles. Looking for mint-condition old cards and trying to get rich speculating on future Hall-of-Famers is not nearly so much fun as having your team beat the Yankees in a race across the floor.

Thursday, February 17, 2011

Six Years of ricklibrarian and Many Years of Letters

Today I have been blogging for six years. I started with a short review of the novel Hannah Coulter by Wendell Berry, which is still one of my favorite books. I have given it to a lot of readers at my library. It is not actually representative of what I review, as I read much more nonfiction. I also now aim for three paragraphs instead of the review journal model of about 150 words. I feel the longer review lets me sound more like I'm writing you a letter.

I miss writing letters. I used to keep a box of nice masculine stationery (nothing flowery and no perfume) in my desk and bought sheets of commemorative stamps to attach to the top right hand corner of the matching envelopes. I enjoyed composing messages to friends in far-flung places and then getting replies with out-of-state or foreign postmarks. Weeks might go by before a response, but I cheered finding replies in our mailbox. I always enjoyed receiving news and stories paired with kind words and encouragement from my friends in other places. (I still have boxes of letters in the closet and am contemplating a conservation project.)

I have reaped many benefits from writing this blog, but I have always wished that more readers would comment - satisfy my letter-in-the-mailbox desire. Many bloggers have told me the same tale of too few comments. We're all Charlie Brown's waiting for Valentines. I understand that many readers are busy and just pass by to see the latest posts, reading only when the subjects appeal. Often, they may feel they have nothing to say about a book that they have not read. I am more likely to find comments when I write about something other than books or other library materials. I got many comments last summer when I wrote about the library job market.*

When I finish my latest book project, I may try to reflect more on library services and culture, like I did in the early days of this blog. What do you think? Send me a comment.

* By the way, we now have another opening for a tech savvy reference librarian who enjoys event programming, writing, and readers' advisory. Check the Thomas Ford Library website.

Wednesday, September 01, 2010

50th Anniversary of First Grade and Reading

Today is the fiftieth anniversary of my starting first grade at the Reagan County Elementary School in Big Lake, Texas. Having been to kindergarten (it was not required at the time), I knew my alphabet but I was not really reading yet. I was soon. So I am going to declare this as the 50th anniversary of my learning to read, a skill and pleasure that I appreciate more and more as I age.

I remember the excitement of that first day. One of the first formalities was getting desk assignments. For first graders, our school had two student desks with shelves dividing the space under the desk. If my memory is true, I shared a desk first with Caron Johnson. We were given jumbo size crayons, big pencils, and paper with lines to help us learn to write our letters. I remember also that my cousin Hub was added to the class later in the day. Pete, Mike, and I probably walked home together after school, as we would many days. It was only four short blocks (two east and two south) and hard to get lost in Big Lake.


I wish there were some pictures of that first day. Of course, there were no digital cameras then and my immediate family did not even owned a Brownie Instamatic at the time. I bet many families had no cameras back then, which made school pictures truly valuable. I wish that I knew where my first grade class picture was. My sister found my 3rd grade class picture* among some of her things a few years back. Many of these same students were in both classes. So imagine them two years younger.

I remember we were soon assigned into reading groups and started reading the famous Dick and Jane books. "See Dick. See Jane. See Spot. See Spot run." I liked the books a lot. They were really easy to read. Actually, everything was easy. We wrote our letters, started addition and subtraction, and drew many pictures. The only thing hard for me was staying still during nap time. I always hated lying on a mat on the floor with my eyes closed when there was so much more I could be doing. I would appreciate a daily nap now.

I'm not sure whether my classmates will appreciate me pointing out that it has been so long since we started school, but I wish to celebrate. Thanks to the Reagan County Library which verified the date in the Big Lake Wildcat.


*I think it is third grade because I think the teacher is Mrs. Wade and the kids in back look so old, but then again the kids in front look so young. Maybe that is Mrs. Nun and we are first graders.

By the way, when I showed this picture to a few people at work, no one could pick me out. No beard and my hair is now darker. I am in the front row, second from the right, between Olivia and Carrie, in a cowboy shirt that my mom made. I don't remember the girl second from the left in the front row, but I can name everyone else.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

On My Reading Database and Four Years of ricklibrarian

It was four years ago today that I posted my first book review on ricklibrarian, a brief introduction and a paragraph about Hannah Coulter: A Novel by Wendell Berry, still one of my favorite books. Not sure whether I could sustain a blog, I put in a lot of early effort and posted for forty-something days in a row. I did keep it going, though not at that pace, and it is still here. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoy writing.

On this fourth anniversary, my thought are traveling back twenty years to another anniversary. In February 1989 I left my job as a reference librarian at the Suburban Library System's Reference Service to be a stay-at-home dad. Between taking photos of my daughter Laura and changing her diapers, mostly when she was napping, I found time to read. We soon got our first home computer so I could work from home as subcontractor to an information broker. Using an acoustic coupler and a phone, I dialed up Dialog, BRS, VuText, DataTimes, and Lexis databases for business information. I also used WordPerfect on the computer to start a reading list.

That reading list later became a database, and I now have the titles of everythingthat I have read for nearly twenty years. Yesterday, I entered all the titles from 2008 and 2009. They had been in the reading notebook that I got as a summer reading prize from the Downers Grove Public Library in 1995. Being caught up, I decided to sort the title and see what I might learn.

I first sorted by year and found that I did not really read much in 1989. From the date I began the list (not remembered) until the end of the year, I finished 19 books. Most were light fiction or baseball books, including Summer of '49 by David Halberstam and The Best Short Stories of Ring Lardner. I also read some funny books, including PreHistory of The Far Side by Gary Larson and The Minnesota Book of Days by Howard Mohr, the latter famous for saying "You bet!" and "Whatever" on the Prairie Home Companion. I also read with interest Microcomputers and the Reference Librarian by the late Patrick Dewey, an pioneering SLS librarian who helped many of us begin to use computers.

Next I sorted by author. I was surprised to find that I have read much more fiction than I would have claimed, most of it classics, mysteries, Southern writers, or Third World authors. In addition to Charles Dickens and George Eliot, there are mysteries by Margery Allingham, Charlotte MacLeod, Ellis Peters, and Alexander McCall Smith (often reading them right after Bonnie). The long list of P.G. Wodehouse titles shows that I have dipped into the silly world of Bertie and Jeeves quite often. In a more serious vein, I have tried many books by Doris Lessing, Muriel Spark, William Faulkner, Eudora Welty, and Wendell Berry. I have also read five books by Kenyan author Ngugi wa Thiong'o, as well as several Latin American authors.

I found that I have read twice as many memoirs as biographies. I was a little disturbed to learn that I read The Life and Times of the Last Kid Picked by David Benjamin twice, in 2002 and 2007. How could I have not remembered that book five years later? Maybe it is a data error. I recently thought it might be interesting to read Days of Grace: A Memoir by Arthur Ashe. Oops! I already did back in 1993. Maybe I will again.

My memory is not totally shot. In fact, reading over the lists, I have many visions of where I was when reading the books. I remember reading The Moviegoer by Walker Percy outside a tent in a camp in the Serengeti in Tanzania, The Coalwood Way by Homer Hickam outside a cabin in the Badlands in South Dakota, and Sibley's Birding Basics by David Allen Sibley in the LITA Forum hotel in Houston. I also remember friends and family recommending titles. Among many titles, Bonnie gave me The No. 1 Ladies Detective Agency by Alexander McCall Smith. Joyce Saricks gave me The Remains of the Day by Kazuo Ishiguro. My blogging friends (listed to the right on this page) have recommended many others. Even that little girl in the picture above is now suggesting titles to me. These are lots of good memories.

The reading notebook, the database, and this blog all help me remember the titles of the many books that I have read. They also help me share. That's what this is all about.

Saturday, July 19, 2008

When the Book Is All Finished

When the book is all finished
When the writing is done
I will close up the laptop
And just have some fun
I will go to a garden
And smell the roses all day
Then I'll go to the city
And there I will stray
I'll see all of the paintings
In a gallery display
Then I'll go to a snack shop
Where I'll fill up a tray
With ice cream and cake
And a cookie or two
When the book is all finished
That's just what I'll do.

When the book is all finished
When the writing's complete
I'll back up all the files
And then put up my feet
I'll sleep late in the morning
Read the paper in bed
Wear pajamas to breakfast
And when I'm properly fed
I will listen to music
And I'll not multi-task
When the book is all finished
Is that too much to ask?

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Survey Results: Use of ricklibrarian Book Reviews

Three weeks ago I posted a survey about the use of the book reviews on this blog. Ten very nice people took the time to take the three-question survey. While the number of respondents is low, I did get an answer to my question "Has anyone ever used the book reviews?"

Of the ten people responding, six have purchased a book (for themselves or their libraries) based on a book review on this blog.

Nine of ten people have read a book I recommended.

Also, nine of ten have used my reviews in choosing items to recommend to their readers.

I am pleased. 6.5 billion more people to reach. Thanks.

Monday, March 12, 2007

Hinsdale Hospital Same Day Surgery: A Review of My Day


I arrived at Hinsdale Hospital a few minutes before 7:00 a.m. on Friday for my hernia surgery. First thing that I learned was that the doctor had an emergency and my 9:00 a.m. surgery was push back an hour. That gave me plenty of time to figure out how to tie the gown behind my back.

As I waited in the receiving room, I was struck by how happy the staff sounded. From behind my pale colors curtain, I could hear talk about diets and dancing and lots of laughing. Everyone seemed at ease.

I dreaded getting the IV, but it was not bad at all. My arm did get a little cold and my temperature stayed low the entire time I was in the hospital.

By the time Bonnie found me, I was ready for surgery and had read about fifteen pages of biography of Johnny Cash.

The doctor then was reported to be on time after all. I gave my book to Bonnie and I was taken to the surgery ward early, where I was told I might be ready in ten to fifteen minutes. Everything there was blue, including scrubs, gowns, caps, curtains, and chairs. I wished that I had my camera, thinking I could have gotten some great shots for my Flickr site. I have drawn a picture instead. The view is from my bed.

After waiting about an hour and forty minutes, hearing my doctor's name three times over the paging system, I was taken into the operating room. There were lots of ceiling lights. I did not notice much more before I was asleep.

When I woke up an hour and a half later, everyone was still in blue.

I tried to remember all the names of the nurses, who were all very friendly and helpful, but I forgot.

I got a wheelchair ride to the south exit. The attendant wore a scarlet jacket. I left about 2:30 p.m. Bonnie drove me home.

Thanks to everyone who sent me good wishes!

Monday, February 26, 2007

I'm in the Change the Question Group

I find the question "What book changed your life?" hard to answer.

1. I want to say Readers' Digest Condensed Books. I say this not because I read them, but I witnessed my mother and her friends in rural west Texas reading them. In the 1960s subscribers to RDCBs got four volumes per year, each holding three to five titles by contemporary authors. Mom read them, criticized them if they did not meet her standards, and loaned them to nonsubscribers. From RDCBs I got the notion that there was a book world somewhere far away.

2. I also want to say John Audubon, Boy Naturalist by Miriam Evangiline Mason. In fourth grade I read the entire book the day I checked it out from the library. I do not remember ever being so taken with a book before that day.

3. Hannah Coulter by Wendell Berry is a book that I admire highly. I read it just three years ago. Knowing that such good stories are available, I never have to read anything inferior again.

4. I am still seeking the book that changes my life. It is still out there.

5. As several of the writers in The Book That Changed My Life say, every book changes me.

Friday, December 29, 2006

Five Things You May Not Know about Me

I was tagged by Jenny!

I am fairly mysterious, so there is much you do not know.

1. I have been a Houston Astros fan since the mid-1960s when I listened to games on radio. From the ranch in west Texas where we lived in 1965, I could get the games on either San Antonio or Shreveport radio stations. Jim Wynn and Bob Aspromonte were my favorite players. I wanted to grow up to be a third baseman.

2. I assisted the children's librarian with puppet shows at my first library job in Austin, Texas. My favorite show was Strega Nona. I got to be Big Anthony and throw spaghetti colored yarn all over the puppet stage.

3. I was a stay-at-home dad for six and a half years. During that time I became very fond of afternoon naps. I took Laura to lots of libraries, which I saw from the viewpoint of a user instead of a librarian. I think this has been as important as library school for me.

4. Rail Baron is my favorite board game. My friends and I have a trophy made from an old model engine that is passed around to the most recent winner. My stategy is to buy a Super Chief as soon as possible after securing a rail line into New York. I always aim to buy the Union Pacific but the Santa Fe is a good alternative.

5. My favorite color is blue, no yellow, no, aaaaaaaaaaaaaa...

I tag Tinfoil + Raccoon, Nonfiction Readers Anonymous, Maggie Reads, Feel-good Librarian, and The Actress and the Bishop. Three of you are somewhat anonymous, so we could learn much from your memes. Please write.

Wednesday, December 20, 2006

The Days Before Christmas: My Memories

With Christmas only a few days away, here is something a little different. You can consider the description of the old Sears catalog a book review if you like. There is a classic photo farther near the end. I am the character on the far left.

The Sears Catalogue

When I was a child in a small west Texas town, Christmas started early. Around Thanksgiving, we found a Sears Catalogue with a holiday picture on its cover in our mail box. It seemed to me that everyone got “the wish book” then - Grandmother, Mamoo (my mom’s mom), my mom – everyone that mattered. I remember sitting on Grandmother’s pale green leatherette sofa or on the floor in front of Mamoo’s huge wall mirror with my sister MJ with the catalog between us. A large portion of the book was devoted to women’s clothing, underwear, coats, shoes, jewelry, and accessories, and another large section was filled with clothes for men, including suits, ties, pajamas, work boots, and coveralls. Furniture, carpeting, draperies, appliances, ironing boards, automobile batteries, hunting rifles, and garden tools were for sale by mail. My sister MJ and I skipped through those pages to find the toy section, where I found lots of toy soldiers, Lincoln logs, games, and sporting goods, and MJ found a Barbie and Barbie clothes, a G.I. Joe, and an Easy Bake Oven. We saw many things we would like to have and ran to our grandmothers to show them the pages. Letting our grandmothers know what we liked usually worked. Many of the toys and clothes that we received as presents came by mail from Sears.

Shopping in West Texas

Not every Christmas present our family gave came from Sears by mail, as we purchased a few gifts from the merchants in Big Lake. Mom often bought Dad a shirt at Martin’s Department Store, and he sometimes bought her a blouse that she had already picked out and set aside at the Fashion Shop. Mom always picked up several small items from the gifts aisle at Peoples Drugs, too, where she worked and received a discount. For serious shopping, however, we went to San Angelo.

In my memory, it is always a sunny Saturday in December as we drive the seventy miles to San Angelo. Sometimes MJ and I sat in the backseat of a tan 1954 Buick with its green upholstery with Mom and Mamoo in the front seat. At other times we went with Grandmother and Granddaddy, sitting in the back of their Oldsmobile. As we drove down Beauregard Avenue toward downtown, we saw holiday decorations shaped like candy canes and bells hung from the light poles. Lights and garland crossed the streets downtown and a manger scene sat in front of the county court house. In the stores were more lights and greenery. Santa sat in a big chair in the toy department at Sears. (I never saw a duplicate Santa on the street or in Penneys or Woolworths.) I especially liked shopping at Hemphill Wells, which was the city’s best department store. On the second floor balcony, overlooking the first floor where all the ladies fashions and cosmetics were displayed was a small book store. Looking at books while my mom examined more clothes was a great relief.

The adults did all the shopping, as MJ and I had little money. We were along for the ride and lunch at Luby’s Cafeteria, where I would often get both potato salad and mashed potatoes. Mom bought all our gifts for other members of the family until I was in high school and had a little money that I had earned doing chores for Grandmother. Dad often got socks or a shirt, except for the year we gave him a hot lather machine for shaving. We gave Mamoo her favorite eau de toilet or bath powder. Once we got Granddaddy a box of special pellets that when thrown onto the fire in his fireplace blazed in many colors. For Grandmother we bought stationary or a nice handkerchief. What I do not remember is what we bought Mom. Mamoo and Grandmother probably found something like a scarf for us to give her.

School Christmas Parties

In elementary school, we had a class party on the last day before our two week vacation. We sang Christmas songs, ate cookies and cake, drank punch, and played some holiday games. Each year we had a gift exchange. We drew names about a week before the party, and I always drew a girl. Our teachers instructed us to get gifts costing no more than two or three dollars. I remember Mom buying bath powder or barrettes at the drug store for me to give to that year’s girl. The best thing I ever received came from Blaine Holland - a box of assorted Lifesavers. We left school with a little bag of candy, our Christmas art work, and a gift that we had made in class for our mothers. Mom had a plaster cast of my right hand on the wall in our kitchen for many years.

Decorating the Tree

My mom always bought our Christmas tree from one of the grocery stores four or five days before Christmas. Buck Schaible of Schaible’s Grocery always stood dozens of trees in the lot beside his store. Mom would choose a five foot tree that was well-shaped and not too dry, not as full as is popular now, and Buck would put a sold tag on it. Later Dad would bring the tree home in a pickup, put it in a bucket of water, and leave it in the backyard at least overnight. In a day or two, he put the tree in it stand, brought it in the house, and strung the lights, two or three strings of traditional ceramic bulbs with several replaced by larger frosted bulbs called snowballs. We usually rearranged the bulbs to get the yellow, pink, green, and aqua snowballs to the front. Then we could decorate.

Most of our ornaments were colored glass balls, including red, green, blue, silver, and gold. Many of these had traces of white from the year Mom had flocked the tree with artificial snow after hanging the ornaments. We also had about a dozen old hand-painted glass ornaments of various sizes and shapes, which I always enjoyed adding to the tree. As the years went by, the number of glass ornaments decreased as a couple broke each year, and Mom bought non-breakable balls. We also had half a dozen spiky stars and a tree top that looked like a pointy bell tower. Over this we layered tinsel, until the year Mrs. Duesings gave us several dozen glow-in-the-dark icicles, which we spread across the tree.

A skirt made with white cotton batting peppered with colored glitter covered our tree stand and the coffee table on which we set our tree to make it appear taller. Mom usually put her manger scene, a shoe-size wooden box under the tree. The front folded out to reveal the holy family set in the stable attended by an angel and domestic animals.

MJ and I also helped Grandmother decorate her tree after Granddaddy strung the lights, which included a small string of bubble lights, whose glass bulbs resembled upside down eyedroppers filled with colored liquid that bubbled when the lights warmed. Her ornaments were mostly like ours, except she also had a small wooden Mickey Mouse that had been Jimmy’s special ornament. Jimmy was Dad’s brother who died of leukemia in the 1930s.

We spent Christmas of 1964 on a ranch nine miles south of Big Lake. Instead of coming to town to buy a tree, we cut two five or six foot juniper trees from a pasture, loaded them into the bed of a pickup, and brought them to the house. Dad set one of them on the enclosed porch and the other in my room. Mom let me put some of the ornaments on my tree, including the glow-in-the dark icicles. She put presents for MJ and me under the tree in my room. On Christmas morning, MJ and I were up early. We let Mom and Dad sleep late and opened our presents without them. Eventually, the hum of my electric football game woke Mom. She was very unhappy with us and I never got a tree in my room again.

Grandmother bought artificial trees for all our families in 1965 or 1966. For several years after, there were identical white flocked aluminum trees in Grandmother’s, Marian Sue’s, and our house. Unlike artificial trees of later decades, these did not look at all real. The tree limbs resembled skewers stuck into a white central wooden pole secured by a metal base. Because of the dangers of electrical shocks and fire, no light could be strung on these trees, which came with color wheel spotlights. We could not hang as many ornaments as on a real tree, so it looked pretty skimpy. Watching the light show from the color wheel was slightly hypnotic. After the fourth or fifth year, some mice in the store room gnawed the trunk, nested in the limbs, and stained the artificial snow with droppings. We did not use the artificial tree again.

Christmas Television Specials of the Past

We spent every evening watching television in my house, so we saw many of the Christmas programs. Every variety show had a holiday program. I remember seeing Perry Como in a ski sweater, singing holiday songs in front of a fireplace, with snow falling outside his window. The snow-dusted Osmond Brothers sang Christmas songs around a snowman on the Andy Williams Show; later Williams wore a ski sweater and sang in front of a fireplace. The programs were broken up by holiday commercials. Santa rode a Norelco electric shaver across snow covered hills in one animated ad. A mother ready to serve Campbell’s soup called to the children building a snowman in another. Every program and ad on television had snow. Whenever I looked out our windows, there was never any snow.

Two animated Christmas programs debuted in the 1960’s. My favorite was A Charlie Brown Christmas. I loved hearing the music that plays when Snoopy and kids dance in the auditorium, and I cheered when Snoopy’s doghouse decorations transformed the pitiful little tree that Charlie Brown bought into a beautiful, well-shaped tree. I was always a little sad when the kids began singing “Hark the Herald Angels Sing” because the program was ending. I also liked How the Grinch Stole Christmas and all the Whos in Whoville. I pitied the Grinch’s little dog who had to pull the big sled through a lot of snow. Both programs featured lots of snow.

I do not remembering ever seeing It’s a Wonderful Life or Miracle on 31st Street on either of our two television stations, but we saw White Christmas every year. We were always reminded that it would not be Christmas without snow.

Have a happy holiday!

Thursday, November 30, 2006

warholized ricklibrarian


warholizer ricklibrarian
Originally uploaded by ricklibrarian.
I am in some ways a rejuvenile, still captivated by the art and music of my youth. I was listening to the Beatles today and now I am creating psychodelic art. I am not alone. Readers check out 60s music and art from our library.

Here is the photo that Aaron took of me warholized. Thanks to Librarian in Black for the lead to the image generator.

Wednesday, November 22, 2006

I Didn't Know That I Huffed!

I am suddenly and briefly famous. A couple of weeks ago I had a phone interview with a reporter from the Associated Press, who had seen a Flickr photo of me cutting up my Macy's card. She said to watch around Thanksgiving to see if she used our conversation. Well, today it happened. If you search "rick roche" in Google News you will find the story repeated in many markets.

What the story does not tell is that Macy's sent me a card to replace my Marshall Field's card. At the bottom of the card, it said I had been a Macy's customer since 1981. I have never been in a Macy's store! I think the corporate bending of truth is what most bothers me about the affair.

A reporter tried to call me at the Downers Grove Public Library, which is not my workplace. DGPL staff told the reporter that I worked at Thomas Ford, but no call has come. The moment has passed. I am no longer famous.

Saturday, November 18, 2006

IM Shorthand for the Monty Python Fan Anniversary

ANFSCD.

It has been a year since I posted IM Shorthand for the Monty Python Fan. It is funny how a quick, spontaneous post has gotten more attention than most of my serious work. There is a lesson to be learned, as pointed out by In Praise of Slow Thinking by the Blue Skunk Blog. Humor helps us say what we want to say. In the case of IM Shorthand, I had nothing to say other than I am a member of the VSP and love Monty Python, but it helped break the ice so I could say other things on this blog.

BOYD. Of course, no piece in blogland is ever really dead. People continue to discover IM Shorthand. Every weekend someone discovers it and then alerts friends. Thank you, everyone.

The only piece I have written that has brought people together as much is Morton's Neuroma: A Librarian Looks at Consumer Health Resources. I did not expect this. (NETSI!) It now seems to get as many visitors as the IM Shorthand. Some of the visitors have been leaving their stories as comments. A couple of them may be marketing but it is hard to tell. A lot of people want to tell their stories to others who will understand. IGB, by the way.

It will be interesting seeing what the next year will bring.

ALOTBSOL!

Tuesday, October 31, 2006

Brother Rick of the Librarian Order


Brother Rick Looks Right
Originally uploaded by ricklibrarian.
Brother Rick of the Librarian Order visited the Thomas Ford Memorial Library on October 31, bringing his message of scholarship, research, and free wifi to the villagers of Western Springs.

For twenty-five years Brother Rick has made his appearance on this hallowed day, wearing his hand-sewn woolen robe and leather sandals. Humble, pious, gentle, and pledged to poverty, Rick offered books and information service to the digital and physical.

Blessings to all who follow the library way.

Friday, October 27, 2006

No Pastrami

This happened at a sandwich shop in the San Jose International Airport as I returned from the Internet Librarian 2006 conference.

The sandwich chef asked, "What would you like?"

I replied, "I would like the vegetarian sandwich."

"What kind of bread?

"I'd like the rye."

"Everything on that?"

"Hold the onions, please."

"No onions. Mustard and mayo?"

"Yes, please."

"What kind of pastrami would you like?"

"I want the vegetarian sandwich."

"Which kind?"

"May I have the vegetarian sandwich?"

"Oh, sure. You get three kinds of cheese. No charge for the cheese."

"Thanks."

A few minutes later I took the paper-wrapped sandwich to the cashier.

She asked, "What kind of sandwich?"

"It's the vegetarian."

"What kind of pastrami on that?"

"No, it's vegetarian."

"Oh, okay. Vegetarian."

So, is there a different definition of "vegetarian" in San Jose?

Wednesday, October 25, 2006

Rick at Fisherman's Wharf, Monterey

Internet Librarian 2006 in Monterey, California has now ended. After the final session, Aaron Schmidt and I ate tacos and then walked around the wharf until I took him to the airport.

There is a funny story about the drive to the airport. I took US Highway 1 in the wrong direction when taking Aaron out to catch his plane. We had lots of time, so it was no problem, but we kept looking for an exit that was not there. We timed this well, as we turned around just in time to see a beautiful sunset over the dunes. Once the sun set, it got dark quickly, so we also got to see the lights of Monterey sparkling over the bay.

Monterey is a really nice city for a conference. The climate is pleasant, there are lots of small restaurants, and you can walk around town and along the bay. Internet Librarian is a good conference, and it is usually in Monterey. I hope to come again some day.