The trip was fabulous and I promise to tell you all about. But right now? I need to sleep.
As I may have mentioned last week, today is our 9th wedding anniversary. I certainly can’t top last year’s post and I don’t want to bore you with another wedding photo so I’m showing you a different one.
This is my favorite picture ever of Dale and I. We are at the top of Mt. Battie and that’s Camden Harbor in the distance on the right. It was taken while we were on our honeymoon. We rented a house right on the water in Belfast, Maine and had a fabulous time. We gorged ourselves on lobster and scenery and relaxation.
Happy Anniversary, Dale. It’s been an amazing 9 years and I can’t wait to see what’s up around the bend.
Okay, enough of the mushy stuff.
I’m off on my little trip out west. The Everyday Cardigan and Lotus Blossom Shawl are both finished and going along for the ride. Thanks for all the well wishes! Please allow me to leave you with this song in your head because I haven’t been able to get it out of mine.
Nothin’ to do and no where to go-o-oh I wanna be sedated
Just get me to the airport put me on a plane
Hurry hurry hurry before I go insane
I can’t control my fingers I can’t control my brain
Oh no no no no no
See you all on Tuesday!
As you know by now, on Thursday I’m heading to Colorado for Estes Wool Market. Well, Estes Wool Market via Salt Lake City and Margene. I’m so excited I can hardly stand it! New sites! New bloggers! New vendors! But you know what’s not new to me? Estes Park itself. I’ve been there before. Yes, indeed, world traveler that I am, I’m going back to one of the few places out west that I’ve already visited. There will be a few differences on this trip, though. Please indulge me as I share a photographic essay of my trip to Estes Park in 1980.
Back in 1980 I went with my church youth group to join up with other church youth groups from around the country to attend a camp called CHIC or Covenant High Congress. There were 2500 campers in Estes Park that week! And, this is an event held only every four years and you have to be a high school student to go – hence, you only get to experience this once. There were huge get togethers with singing and praying and mattress races. I kind of doubt we’ll have mattress races this time but that’s me up there, riding the mattress with a mountain backdrop.
My hair was a LOT longer then than it is now.
In 1980, I wore a pink cowboy hat. Sad, but true. I promise to leave the pink cowboy hat safely in Massachusetts this time. I think I’ll bring a finished Everyday Cardigan instead.
In 1980 I also wore yellow pants. Thankfully, I don’t have any yellow pants to wear on this trip. You want to know the saddest part about this picture? Everyone else is wearing jeans, right? My mother wouldn’t let me wear jeans on the plane. She told me I had to be dressed appropriately and jeans were inappropriate. Hence, yellow pants. It’s a good thing these were church kids or I would have been eaten alive.
Honestly, though, the best part about my previous visit to Estes was hanging out with my girlfriends. One of my roommates at this camp was my best friend from first grade until sixth grade, when she moved to Alaska. Seeing her at Estes Park was the highlight of my week. I made new friends, too. I left thinking that Estes Park is a magical place where friendships blossom.
Somehow, I think, I’m going to believe that after this visit, too.
As librarians go, I’m fairly unique. You see, most librarians don’t set out to become librarians. It’s usually a mid-life career choice or something that someone sort of backs into, if you will. But not me. I’ve known I wanted to be a librarian since I was in the 4th grade.
This is a photograph of the branch library I grew up visiting. I went with my mom once a week and we picked out books together. I remember practicing writing my name so I could get my own card. I was so proud the day I marched up to the Circulation Desk and wrote my name on my first library card. I also remember the first time I was allowed to browse in the Children’s Department on my own while my mom looked for her books in the adult section. I felt like such a grown up! There was a whole world to explore in that tiny branch library and I wanted to soak up every part of it.
The branch librarian was Miss Keane and her assistant was Mrs. Berger and they were a fantastic combination. Miss Keane was friendly and fun and Mrs. Berger was rather abrupt and gruff. Sort of like good cop/bad cop for librarians. Anyway, without meaning for it to happen, Miss Keane became my inspiration. This one day I was at the library and I asked her a question. I don’t remember what the question was but I clearly remember that Miss Keane knew the answer. And I said to her, “Miss Keane, you’re so smart. You must know everything because you always know the answers to my questions.” And she said, “Oh no, Carole. I’m not especially smart, I’m a librarian. And, while librarians don’t know all the answers, they do know where to find all the answers.” Ah ha. Light bulb moment. I knew in that instant that I wanted to be a librarian and I wanted to spend my life helping people find the answers to their questions.
Fast forward another 7 years and I wound up working with Miss Keane at this branch library. I told her the story of why I wanted to be a librarian and she was utterly surprised to know that she had been my inspiration. She was also very, very proud of having nurtured a budding librarian. I worked at this library, with Miss Keane and Mrs. Berger, until I went off to college.
I have worked in a library of one sort or another for 25 years and I have devoted my professional life to being a librarian. I have done everything from shelving books to secretarial work to checking out books for library patrons. Of course, the reality of what I do now is somewhat different than my childhood dream. As a Library Director I spend most of my time on administrative functions like staffing and budgets. But, every now and again I get the chance to work with the public. And there’s really nothing better than being at the Circulation Desk or the Reference Desk and succesfully answering someone’s question. It reminds me of why I became a librarian in the first place. And it reminds me of Miss Keane and Mrs. Berger, too.
Of course, my constant companion here on Sleeve Island is the Everyday Cardigan. The sleeves and I are sick of each other but we’re progressing. Would you care to see the things here with us in paradise?
There are growing things:
Ahhh, peonies in my garden at last. I love their perfume.
Speaking of perfume, I wish you could smell this Lemon Verbena. It’s heavenly.
We will have radishes soon!
Anyone know what kind of moth this is? I found it on the deck the other night when I came home from
Laurie recommended the one about fleeces. And the other, well, how can I call myself a knitter without this book in my library?
This is the yarn my Dye Pal Stephanie sent me. I love it! She also sent some fiber along for me to spin and that’s fabulous, too.
exile to vacation on Sleeve Island is almost over. I should have a souvenir very soon!