Before I start talking about yesterday’s B&T storytime, I should mention the news that’s just broken minutes ago: Harper Lee has died at age 89.
Ave atque vale, requiescant in pace, and alevah shalom, and thank you for one of the most influential books of the 20th century. I wish your last years had contained less controversy, and you’d been allowed to spend them in the peace and solitude you clearly craved.
For what it’s worth, I still stand by my opinion that Lee was not wholly aware of the publishing fracas surrounding Go Set a Watchman. Friend D noted that in recent months, her body was catching up to her brain, which I think sums up the situation well.
All in all, just an unfortunate ending. I’m so sorry this is how her life ended.
So, to storytime.
When we began offering a baby AND toddler storytime, I was skeptical – these are two distinct developmental stages. How do I cater to walkers and talkers, while at the same time coo at my tiny ones and have fingerplays and songs for them?
I had almost a full house: 50! (We cap at 60 for fire code reasons.) About 35 toddlers/caregivers, and 15 babies/adults, and I think this one went well.
(I don’t have a picture, sorry; I zipped out for a doctor’s appointment yesterday, and today one of the books I used was on our holds list.)
I started off with Caps for Sale, a childhood favorite, and I started with it because it was my longest book. Always start with the most challenging/longest/time-consuming book, no matter the age group, because the beginning of the storytime is when the little ones have the most focus. The toddlers loved shaking their fingers and stamping their feet and saying “tsk tsk tsk,” and the adults of the babies helped their little ones do it too.
Then we sang some songs and did some fingerplays – Zoom Zoom Zoom and Patty-Cake, and toddlers are still at that age where they won’t turn up their nose at baby fingerplays, whereas preschoolers might, so it all went well. Then we read Ruth Krauss’ Bears, illustrated by Maurice Sendak. (Don’t show kids the title page; there’s a bear in a noose on it. How it got past the publishers, I’ll never know.)
We were almost at 30 minutes by that time, a bit longer than I’d intended to go anyway, so after a quick song with felt stars, I chose a few verses from Jan Cabrera’s The Wheels on the Bus and, boom, that was it.
Lesson to learn from B&T: some from column a (babies) and some from column b (toddlers), and you have yourself a baby and toddler storytime.
From Friend D:
Not Aunt J’s and Uncle M’s house, or that one corner place where Mama Bear and I found that super oily hummus that we loved?
EXTREMELY relevant to me given the book I’m about to finish (patience, chickadees).
Or wine. Wine is always good. Then again, I haven’t met a tea that hasn’t worked with a good book.
Because weren’t books the original alternate reality? (And y’all KNOW how I feel about Ready Player One.)
Another reason I don’t plan to become a parent: I’ll lose all my reading time.
Speaking of those we revere passing away, was Justice Scalia the most literary of the Bretheren?
Make sense of this if you can.
From Sister A:
Browsing should be like a solid scavenger hunt.
In What’s Annabelle Reading, I was in the mood for some comfort books, so I reread Enid Blyton’s St. Clare’s series. (Sister A will not deny that reading these may be part of the reason she went to boarding school.) Ignore these covers – they’re terrible. My original covers are in this style, which don’t hold a candle to the original ’40s style (this?).
Then I read the incredibly written Barracuda, whose author also wrote The Slap. It was amazingly done. Then I read on eBook It Was Me All Along; I find people’s personal journeys fascinating (no, not passport-required journeys).