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Late at night I thumbed through The New York Times Book of World War 1 (Arno Press, 1980), a compilation of headlines in a home resource of fine books on military history. I knew that these stories were easily accessible through Proquest Historical Newspapers, but it was somehow more imm...
A tiny guitar-like instrument,  the ukulele may have as little as four strings or as many as eight. It can be shaped like a figure 8, an oval – commonly known as a “pineapple,” or it can resemble a boat paddle or square. Coming in four sizes, the smallest one is a soprano, and the largest, a baritone, with a concert and tenor in between. We dream of the Hawaiian islands, t...
At my daughter’s kindergarten closing ceremony four children walked to the center microphone and asked parents to “please stand as we recite the Pledge of Allegiance.” They retreated into lines, as the two classes of 2018 turned in unison towards the flag, placed hand over heart; and dutifully began. The sweet voices of some sixty children, dressed in their Sunday, best rang out...
A while back we received a query from a fellow librarian at the College Baseball Hall of Fame who hoped to acquire several Teachers College dissertations. I learned of the existence of this unique organization, a central point for the study of the history of American college baseball, located way out in Lubbock , ...
For years I had and loved a jade plant, a common household Crassula ovata, even if it never had the fortune to bear small pink or white flowers. It required normal watering in the summer, when the soil was dry, and very little watering in colder months. But the dry heat of our New York City apartment deceived me in the depths of a bad winter; over watering caused my ja...
In the Ziegfeld Collection of International Children's Art, there is a set of pastels entitled Marine Animals, a diptych created around 1955 by an unknown artist  under the direction of Teacher Elias Nielsen at the Emdr...
We were sitting around the dinner table, telling stories as we do, when my six year old daughter began (verbatim), The Annoying Radio Once there was a radio. A very annoying radio. He lived in a store, and the store was owned by a man. The man sometimes heard the radio.  Once he turned on the annoying radio. And you know what the radio sang? "Hello, how are you doing, howdy! Want to hear a song?" "Okay," said the man. The radio sang, "A,B, C, D, E, F, G..." "Stop, stop, stop!" yelled the man. "Why are you singing that song?" "Because I like it," replied the ...
[caption id="attachment_181" align="alignleft" width="228"] Abe Lincoln[/caption] When I was eight, my father treated  us to a very special  field trip -- a visit to Macon County, Illinois, where my three brothers and I stood on hallowed ground: the spot where Abraham Lincoln lived as a young man. I remember the sweltering hot summer's day, having journeyed hundr...
With footsteps in the sand before the tide, it's hard to tell the coming from the going, the beginning from the end. They form a path, often obscure, to some point of return, or no return. It's a curiosity to stand in another set of prints and imagine the person to whom they belong, comparing their size and sha...