WELL, I haven't posted in two months. I knew this would happen when I have so many time drains with work, church, and professional organizations pulling me in ten directions.

Last week my family went to California for family visits. On Wednesday my three daughters and I left after work and drove down to Mesquite, Nevada. Thursday morning we drove to San Diego to visit my father at his assisted living center and get some legal papers signed. My wife arrived in S.D. by train on Wednesday night from Fresno where she was spending a week with her mother. My son, daughter-in-law, and grandson flew into San Diego Thursday afternoon. We had a picnic in Balboa Park, and that evening my sister provided us with a wonderful meal. We were only there for one day.

On Friday the eight of us went to Disneyland, and stayed over night at the old homestead, my father's house in Huntington Beach. Saturday we drove up to Clovis, CA, and that night my other son and daughter-in-law flew into Fresno. We spent Sunday with my mother-in-law and celebrated her 90th birthday at her assisted living center. On Monday all ten of us drove home to Salt Lake Valley.

Artist Trading Cards

The trouble with having hobbies is having the time to devote to them. Work gets in the way! But, of course, without work there are no funds to pay for hobbies. I have been collecting postage stamps since the late 50s. Not too many people do that anymore, so I buy stamps from approval books now instead of trading.

Genealogy is also time consuming, but I really enjoy it from time to time, especially when I am traveling to or through places where my ancestors lived. I also take a few classes on memoir and history writing. I have collected and verified the data on over 1500 individuals on my blood and branch lines back to 1656.

I have been creating handmade books, everything from "simple" origami folded books to full hard cover bound books, for the past ten years. I have participated in at least one or two workshops at the University of Utah every year. Internet searching for Book Arts sites lead me to ATCs or Artist Trading Cards.

Artist Trading Cards are small works of art, 2.5 x3.5 in., or 64 x 89 mm if you are into metric. ATCs were first created in 1996 by Swiss artist M. VÄNÇI STIRNEMANN. The idea was generated by the need to show his larger works in an exhibit without the expense of a printed catalog. The first show was in Zurich, Switzerland, in April and May of 1997, where Stirnemann displayed 1200 cards. Those who attended the showing could take any of the cards as long as they replaced it with one of their own creation, thus the concept of trading and not selling the cards.

Cards are designed as one-of-a-kind originals; a series of originals around a single theme; or an small, numbered edition of one original design. On the back of each card is the artist's name, some type of contact information, e-mail or snail-mail address, the title of the work and the number, i.e., 1/5, 2/5 etc. I also like to put the date of creation. The back of a card, the "signature," is often as artistic as the front of the card.

I generally make editions of two, one to keep and one to trade, or editions of eight or ten. I use collage, wax crayons, water color, inks, acrylics, scherenschitte and computer manipulations to create my cards. Here are ten of my cards. These copies in some cases do not look like they are the correct size, 2.5 x 3.5 in., but in reality they are.

Well, I finally decided to try a blog. I will have to see what becomes of it. My children have had blogs for some time, but I have shied away from this endeavor because of the time commitment. I have taught middle school for the last 36 years; for the last eleven of those years I have been a school librarian.

When people ask me what I do for a living, I sometimes hesitate to say. Not because I am not proud of what I do, but because I am not sure what name to put on what I do. I suppose I could fall back on Shakespeare’s, “What’s in a name?” But would a rose smell as sweet if we decided to call it an onion? Most of us have past olfactory experience with roses and onions and may have strong opinions about both of them. Would those experiences change our perception of the rose with such a name change?
Many school districts call school librarians “media specialists,” and name our base of operations the “media center.” To me, these titles have a cold, metallic ring that brings to my mind circuit boards, plugs, cords, cables, blips on a computer screen, TVs, and VCRs. While I deal with all those items, that’s just not me or what I do.

When I took my position at Mt. Jordan Middle School, in Sandy, Utah, I called myself a “Professional Library-Media Teacher!” After all, I am a teacher; I am a professional; and my stock-in-trade is library and media stuff. I now simply call myself a school librarian. To me, the title “librarian” says more of being an information specialist and reader’s guide than the title “media specialist.”
This is what I do: David, an awkward seventh grader reading on a 12+ level, said he was tired of teenage books and wanted to read a classic. After he rejected several suggestions, I went to the shelf and pulled out Mutiny on the Bounty by Charles Nordhoff and James Hall.
“I read this in high school,” I said, “but you are a much better reader than I was at your age, and I am sure you can handle this.” I did a little book talk with him, and he agreed to try it. I warned him that the beginning was a little slow and encouraged him to stay with it.
Two weeks later, David came into the library and slammed the book down on my desk. “I hate you!” he exclaimed, glaring at me.
“Why? What did I do?” I asked warily.
“You made me cry!” he said, emphasizing each word.
“Ah,” I said smiling. “The last chapter got to you, did it?”
We spent the next half hour discussing the characters and their choices and consequences and made connections to ourselves, to other books, and to the world. Though I had and would help him many times to solve information problems for reports and projects, to access databases and use text files, and the myriad other things school librarians do for their students, he remembers me because of our connection as readers. I know this because when I met him by chance six years later, he wanted to talk, not about how he was using all the research skills in his life, but about the books we were each currently reading.
I know that school and public librarians the world over have many similar stories that they cherish, that make them proud of who they are and what they do, and inspire them to go back to work every day in hopes of having another such experience. We are librarians! Touching hearts and opening minds through reading is what we do!