Wednesday, January 26, 2005


As someone who has been working in libraries for many, many years I am always on the lookout for websites dedicated to anything about libraries. I can't believe that I did not know about this website a directory of libraries around the world. I've seen other sights such as this, but this one is really aces in my book. Plus, it seems to be updated frequently. While perusing this site I came across some rather interesting names of libraries. I've been collecting interesting names of people for years. That will have to be for another post, but I may also start to compile a list of interesting library names. That could go along with my ever-expanding list of hip-hop artists and rappers birth names. Here are two library names that I found delightful: Drs. Coady & Tomkins Memorial Library. This library is located in Margaree Forks, Nova Scotia. The other one that was listed, but I can't actually located a site for the library is Blow-Me-Down Public Library located in Lark Harbour, Newfoundland. Cool, eh.

"A circulating library in a town is as an evergreen tree of diabolical knowledge".Richard Brinsley Sheridan (1751–1816)
The Rivals. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Monday, January 24, 2005


Well, the weather forecasters were correct. We did get some snow this weekend. We went to the store, actually 2 stores on Friday night and they were both jam-packed. Even after living in the WDC area for 21 years I still marvel at how people absolutely lose their minds with the mere mention of the "s" word. It snowed a lot of the day Saturday and it was absolutely beautiful. We went for a walk early on the snowstorm and it was wonderful. I like walking in all sorts of snow, but I prefer those big, fluffy Charlie Brown flakes to the kind we had on Saturday. Sunday was bitter cold with high winds.

The roads were clear coming to work this morning. We generally don't have problems coming in from Maryland. My boss is back to work after missing all of last week. He still sounds terrible. I hope he keeps his distant. I really don't want to pick up whatever plague besieged him.

"To safeguard one's health at the cost of too strict a diet is a tiresome illness indeed".
Francios de La Rochefoucauld

Wednesday, January 19, 2005

3 Ladies

Three ladies passed away in the last couple of days and hearing of their deaths made me stop and pause for a moment. Charlotte MacLeod was a mystery writer. She was 82 years old at the time of her death. She wrote cozy mysteries. You know, those nice mysteries that really don't have a lot of blood and guts, are filled with quirky small-town characters and contain very little violence, sex, or coarse language. By the end of the story, the criminal is punished and order is restored to the community. I have read and loved all of Charlotte MacLeod's mysteries. She also wrote under the name of Alisa Craig. One of the obituaries written about her stated that she really was an old-fashioned lady with gloves and great grammar. I will really miss knowing there won't be any more great stories coming from this wonderful author.

Ruth Warrick also passed away this week. I can remember being in college and stealing away to watch the soap opera All My Children-this was way back in the late 70's. Ms. Warrick played Phoebe Wallingford. She was absolutely magnificent in this role. I haven't watched soaps in years, but from reading some of the obits written about her, she was still apparently playing that role on All My Children. She also played Orson Welles' wife in the magnificent movie Citizen Kane. She was 89 years old.

Virginia Mayo was an actress who played in a lot of those wonderful musicals from the 40's. She was a dancer who appeared in some great comedies with Danny Kaye-The Kid From Brooklyn (1946) and my favorite The Secret Life of Walter Mitty (1947). She was 84 at the time of her death.
All three of these great ladies gave me immense pleasure at one time or another during my life and I wanted to spend some time remembering them.

"Death comes to all, but great achievements raise a monument which shall endure until the sun grows old." George Fabricius, "In Praise of Georgius Agricola".