Little Libraries, Big Heroes, by Miranda Paul

Welcome to Poetry Friday. Our host on this first week of November is Mary Lee Hahn HERE. Thank you Mary Lee! Be sure to stop by and see what she’s sharing this week.

Today, I read a pile of picture books at my local bookstore and would like to share one by a writer who is passionate about kids and books, Miranda Paul. She is one of the founders of the WNDB movement. Her book, LITTLE LIBRARIES, BIG HEROES, Illustrated by John Parra, is a book worth adding to your library. I have. It’s not just about little libraries. It’s also about following a passion, growing an idea, generosity and public service all in one. This book is for everyone.

Several weeks ago I wrote wrote about my hometown Carnegie Library Here. But one doesn’t have to have 350 million dollars to build thousands of libraries. In LITTLE LIBRARIES: BIG HEROES, we learn that some libraries can be built for much, much less and still make a big impact.

In this true story, a young man named Todd, an “ordinary guy” who had been inspired by his mom to love books, built the first little library, like the one above. Neighbors loved it. It caught on. He told his friend about it.

     Todd felt his nifty box of books had potential. He called up his friend Rick, who was always chock-full of grand ideas. 

     Rick thought that they could 
build thousands of little boxes!

     Like Andrew Carnegie,
who once built 2,510 libraries! 

     They could take trips!

     Like Lutie Stearns, who brought
traveling libraries all over Wisconsin! 

Rick liked the idea, but . . .

WAIT A MINUTE!

     Andrew Carnegie had been a
wealthy businessman. Lutie Stearns
was a trained librarian. The two of
them were just ORDINARY guys.
(And they were particularly low
on cash.)

     How man libraries could two
ORDINARY guys create?

     How far could ORDINARY people
spread an idea?

     They agreed on one thing--
they wanted to find out. 

So the two “ordinary” young men decided to explore their dream of creating a Little Library movement. This is their story. The result: as of 2019, there were 75,000 official, registered Little Free Libraries in eighty-eight countries.

I was touched by this book about ordinary people doing extraordinary things and making a difference. It’s an important story.

Before I close I’ll turn your attention to the changing weather and the holidays looming with three seasonal haiku:

November winds howl.
Leaves rattle and acorns roll,
but winter still comes.


Holiday darlings.
Butternuts roast in ovens.
Hubbard waits its turn.


Christmas Spirit hides  
behind Thanksgiving's turkey,
practicing carols.

© Janice Scully 2021

Thank you, Mary Lee, for hosting today!

Pie and other Endings

Thank you, Carol, for hosting Poetry Friday on your blog this Thanksgiving week at the beginning of the 2020 Holiday season. Check out what she is sharing this week at Carol’s Corner!

I have a lot to feel thankful for. My family is well, there is a vaccine and a new government is being assembled. It’s like hearing hoofbeats of the calvary just as a battle is about to be lost.

When I took this photo of the pie I made today, I thought about endings beyond simply my dinner.

ENDINGS

The end of a dinner
The end of the month
The end of a season
The end of the year
The end of a Presidency.
The end of veering away
    from the North Star
The end of believing it's the right course.  

© Janice Scully 2020 

Today I spoke to a good friend who is a family practice doctor in the panhandle of Florida. He has many geriatric patients and is concerned about their safety as well as his own. A number of his patients have refused to wear a mask when they come to his office. I could tell it was exhausting for him to deal with just as Florida is on fire with Covid.

So, what will this ending mean? How persuasive will an empathetic and steady hand be? Is there a fast forward button to 1/20/21?

Thank you, Carol, for hosting! My best to all and a Happy Thanksgiving

Happy Thanksgiving

Thank you, Bridget Magee for hosting Poetry Friday this week. It’s so fun to hear about Americans celebrating Thanksgiving outside the U.S., in this case, Switzerland. Please stop by at Wee Words for Wee Ones and read her poem.

I envy those who have large families visiting from far away, catching up on news, sharing food and reconnecting over a holiday table. But I feel blessed that my husband and I at least have our two sons with us. And rather than miss a minute with them because I’m cooking, we’re going out for dinner.

At this time of political turmoil and the lack of moral values in our government, I would like to make a tribute to a President Lincoln, who wanted the best for the United States. He was responsible for making Thanksgiving a national holiday. Though I don’t have a photo of Lincoln on hand, I do have a photo of my youngest son, Matt, who dressed up as Lincoln for a third grade show. The picture inspired me then, with his honest gaze at the viewer. It inspires me even more now when honesty is hard to come by from world leaders.

This will be a short post, but I’d like to share some more honest feelings, with a poem I just wrote from, well, a turkey.

A TURKEY'S PREDICAMENT

If I were a turkey
I'd stay in the barn or
hide in the pig pen
until I was darn sure
Thanksgiving was over

this day of the great feast
the thank you extravaganza.

They could ask for volunteers, at least.

Whether or not it’s Thanksgiving, I have so much to be thankful for. Today I’m grateful for new friends at Poetry Friday.