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No - this blog entry is not about librarians.


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I spend a L.O.T. of time falling into the various rabbit holes to be found on the Internet.  Blog reading is still reading - but the clicking from page to page and blog to then another blog was time spent not reading books.   Facebook or Pinterest is definitely not real reading.

Books have always been in my life.  I do not really remember parents ( Read more... )

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A notebook can be the holder of thoughts and memories.

I started writing in a notebook as a young teen and at age 18 or so, embarrassed by the writings, destroyed those.  I journaled again at age 18-21 or so - and again, a few years later destroyed them.  Wouldn't it be fun to be able to read them now?

I married and then the babies began to arrive.  ( Read more... )

My first official “get a paycheck” job was at my local McDonald’s in 1976. I wore a uniform that looked like this:


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Next week will begin 40 weeks of exercise at least 3 times a week.  That's as long as the average pregnancy ( Read more... )

On my recent trip to CT, my sister and mother wanted to track down the flat marker that indicated the spot where my step-grandmother was buried with her first husband.  Unlike in northern Maine, where there are many headstones with the name Flewelling carved into marble, this small quiet CT cemetery has one marker with this name.  It seems that ( Read more... )

There is a novel called The Notebook by Nicholas Sparks about a couple who have been together for a long, long time.  She has forgotten much and has almost forgotten him, but as he retells their story, she sometimes remembers.

That is fiction, but today I saw the real.

It was a difficult decision to bring her to this place, but when there was ( Read more... )