19 April 2011


This past weekend the niblets and I traveled up to my parents' home in upstate New York. Our normal Easter holiday is usually spent looking for eggs around my mom's childhood home with all the cousins, however with it being so late this year we decided a shorter trip was in order.

My parents' house is backed by woods and you never know what you will see wander through their backyard. There have been deer and turkeys. This weekend, a pair of mallard ducks made use of the large puddles still left from the melting snow.

While Grandma took the children shopping for some spring clothes on Sunday, I decided to go out to visit my family graves. My grandparents and uncle are buried here. I grew up in a multi-generational household, and for several years as a child I lived in a house with my parents, sister, grandparents and uncle. From my grandfather comes my love of baking and gardening, my uncle loved to cook also. There is something about graveyards that bring a quiet peace, for those few moments.

I also was in search of a used bookstore. While Saratoga boasted one, I decided to stay a little closer to home. I couldn't find one that carried just used books, but I did track down a nice little independent with a used section. Red Fox Books would have been a great place to have had while growing up. While I drooled over the gardening and homesteading books they had on display (Do I really need a book on raising goats? Umm..) I did find a couple titles of interest in the "Recycled Books" area.

I have been wanting to read Room by Emma Donoghue for a while, and Heirloom: Notes from an Accidental Tomato Farmer by Tim Stark has been on my "To Buy" list also. Thanks to Red Fox Books for giving patrons a place to find both new and used titles. I will definitely be back.

So I decided to wander the streets a bit, remembering things from my younger years. The bookstore is on the same triangle as the library. While there is a tiny library in the village near where I grew up, Crandall Library was the library I spent many weekends checking out children's books from the upstairs room. I didn't understand Dewey as a kid, but I knew in which bookcases the titles I wanted to read were located. 

This is the library I frequented through high school, both for homework and for pleasure. This was the library that I borrowed the Library of Congress Subject Heading guides from to do cataloging homework while pursuing my Master's in Library Science. This is where I wanted to work, if my journey had allowed me to stay near my hometown.

They went through a major renovation a couple years ago to add the new glass-walled additions. I didn't have a chance to go inside (too early on Sunday) but hope to another visit.

I also stopped in the village to see the Centennial fountain. This fountain was constructed during the years I actually worked for the municipality, and it was partially funded with dedicated bricks and pavers surrounding it. I have two, one for my kids and one for my grandfather.

Now I am back in MA, with a laundry list of things to do over the break. Laundry is on that list...somewhere...

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