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Our Love Of Books – World Book Night

Tuesday, April 24th, 2012

World Book Night Giveaway

by Chris H. (challada)

 

I remember reading a passing comment on that social media site about some kind of world book giveaway.   My first thought was, “hey, I remember those encyclopedias….they sure were heavy”, but then my interest was peaked.   I did some searching and found out there were people giving away books on a certain day in great places and I could be one of them.  I submitted an online application and then put it out of my mind.  Why would they want to pick little ol’ me anyway?

Next thing I know, I’m getting an email saying I’m a World Book Giver and all sorts of details about getting the books and where to get them and who to see.  This was starting to sound complicated.   I persisted, found in the end it was not too complicated at all, and ended up armed with a box of a great books ready to give away.

I should note, as a teacher, I figured I had an inside edge to finding the reluctant readers this was meant for.  Now, however, I have 20 copies of a book and about 150 reluctant readers to give them to.  How would I pick the worthy students?  How would I make sure they weren’t in the garbage can outside the door?  How would I get rid of these books in one day?  The pressure was scaring me.

I decided to go with a system.  I would gather a list of my special education students and then narrow it down to those who are graduating seniors.  This group has fought some difficult odds to get where they are at this point and deserve a gift.   I decided to hunt them down individually and have a meaningful discussion rather than just slip a book in their direction between classes.   In doing this individually, I ended up crossing campus dozens of times, and creating some great conversations.   I didn’t prepare a speech or anything, so I just started talking with each student.  Many of them were so excited as their faces lit up at the prospect of getting this gift, even stating “you mean, this is for ME?” that it was certainly a great energy charge for me.   Of course, I had a few that listened to my reasons, looked at the book and said, “well, I’ll never read it anyway” and hand it back to me, but that gave me a chance to get it out to other students.

The gift of a book is a universal symbol in our world, meant to express a desire to enrich another person’s life.  On World Book Giveaway Night, I found the gift to be so much more than a book.  I was able to give reading to students that have walked a hard road of reading in the past.   I was able to make students who often feel they are not a part of anything feel like they were a part of an important movement across the entire globe.  I was able to convey a message to these students that I believe they will be life-long readers and become World Book Night givers themselves.   More than anything, the gift of hope was renewed in me today, and for that I am ever grateful.

 

 

 

What is World Book Night?

World Book Night is an annual celebration designed to spread a love of reading and books. To be held in the U.S. as well as the U.K. and Ireland on April 23, 2012. It will see tens of thousands of people go out into their communities to spread the joy and love of reading by giving out free World Book Night paperbacks.

World Book Night, through social media and traditional publicity, will also promote the value of reading, of printed books, and of bookstores and libraries to everyone year-round.

Successfully launched in the U.K. in 2011, World Book Night will also be celebrated in the U.S. in 2012, with news of more countries to come in future years.

 

 

You can also read about other members’ experiences with World Book Night, in this thread in our Club Member Thoughts Discussion Forum: LINK

 

 

National Jelly Bean Day!

Sunday, April 22nd, 2012

By Linda (Angeleyes)

 

 

What a great day.  I remember as a child digging through my Easter basket every year to find every last one of those morsels of sugary goodness.  These days I go straight for the bag.  And me?  I’m not a jelly bean chewer.  I’m a “let the sugar melt off on my tongue a while then chew” kind of a girl.

 

No one seems to know the exact origins of the jelly bean but most experts believe that the jelly center is a descendent of a Mid-Eastern confection known as Turkish Delight a citrus, honey and rose water jell.  Jelly beans as we know them date back to at least the 1860’s. During the Civil War, Boston confectioner William Schrafft wanted to help support the war effort (and his bottom line) so he suggested sending this treat to Union troops.   However it wasn’t until July 5, 1905 that the mentioning of jelly beans was published in the Chicago Daily News. The advertisement publicized bulk jelly beans sold by volume for nine cents per pound. Jelly beans quickly earned a place among the many glass jars of “penny candy” in general stores where they were sold by weight and taken home in paper bags. It wasn’t until the 1930s, however, that jelly beans became a part of Easter traditions. Because of their egg-like shape, jelly beans became associated with the Easter Bunny, who is believed to deliver eggs as a symbol both spiritual rebirth based on religious beliefs and the upcoming season of spring.

 

Since 1976 and the introduction of Jelly Belly Jelly Beans, there have been two types of jellybeans, gourmet and traditional. The difference you ask?  Both take between 6-10 days to make but gourmet jelly beans tend to be softer and smaller than traditional jelly beans and are flavored in both the shell and the middle while traditional beans typically contain flavor only in the shell.

 

Fun Facts:

For Easter alone, in the United States, there are 16 billion jelly beans manufactured. This could fill a nine story office building that was 60 feet wide.

Jelly Belly beans were the first jelly beans in outer space.  President Reagan sent them on the 1983 flight of the space shuttle Challenger.

On October 15, 1999, the world’s largest jar of jelly beans was unveiled. It weighed 6,050 pounds.

 

 

 


The Jelly Bean Fun Book by Karen Capucilli

 

The Giant Jellybean Jar by Marcie Aboff

 


Eleven Jellybeans for Breakfast by Ellen Wikberg

 


The Jelly-Bean by F. Scott Fitzgerald

On the Centennial Anniversary of the Sinking of RMS Titanic

Sunday, April 15th, 2012

by James L. (JimiJam)

“The ship was a fabulous passenger liner, larger than any other that had ever been built, and it was called unsinkable. Sailing across the North Atlantic in the month of April, with many rich and famous passengers aboard, it struck an iceberg and sank. Hundreds of passengers lost their lives because there were not enough lifeboats. The name of this ship? It was called the Titan. But it only existed in a novel called Futility by Morgan Robertson, published in 1898…” from 882 ½ Amazing Answers to your Questions about the Titanic, by Hugh Brewster and Laurie Coulter.

It’s no great revelation that, as the years and decades mount, the span of human history comes to form an odd sort of prism, through which the increasingly distant events of the past are refracted and dissembled into discernibly different elements. On the centennial anniversary of the sinking of the RMS Titanic, one is hard pressed to avoid the attention being paid this memorial milestone of one hundred years having passed since those tragic events transpired. There is certainly no shortage of articles touching upon the basic facts surrounding the iconic ship’s construction and demise, nor is one left wanting for a more thorough analysis of the sinking itself. We now know more than ever before how the ship behaved following the initial impact, following its path to the current resting places of the resulting fragments along the ocean floor. There have even been a fair number of pieces analyzing the general fascination with which we view the Titanic’s story, and there are few who fail to catch sight of its prominence in pop culture, thanks to such efforts as James Cameron’s epic film. Many have explored the dichotomy of human hubris set against the harsh realities of unfeeling nature, as had clearly been the case even years prior to the ship’s eventual conception. Ultimately, in the last analysis, as is often the case once the bulk of our compulsion to reflect is satisfied, we are left with only the most wide-ranging, far-reaching of questions: What does it all mean?

To be sure, the Titanic’s origins were perhaps not so inspired as the romanticism of nostalgia may have made them out to be. Though we often consider the Titanic to be a grand, shining example of the technological, artistic talents (and yes, general hubris) of mankind, plans to build ships of this size were initially little more than a competitive marketing ploy. At a time when the most common and efficient means of traveling between Europe and North America was by ocean liner, two shipping companies battled for supremacy: the White Star Line, and the Cunard Line. By 1907, Cunard had proudly launched two luxury ships capable of traversing the Atlantic in only five days, the RMS Lusitania and the RMS Mauretania. The capacity for such swift travel quickly elevated the Cunard Line to prominence, and fast became the talk of the shipping world.

RMS Olympic and RMS Titanic

The White Star Line was naturally concerned with facing the challenge presented by its main competitor’s achievement. At a party held at the mansion of shipbuilder Lord William Pirrie, a conversation on these new ships between Pirrie and J. Bruce Ismay, chairman of the White Star Line, eventually led to the suggestion of larger, incomparably more luxurious ships. Thus a new line of ships was conceived: the Olympic, Titanic, and Gigantic.

Key to the tale of the Titanic’s demise is the notion that the White Star Line’s ships were designed to be unsinkable. Proof to the contrary notwithstanding, the sinking of this infamous vessel was in fact no small feat. The compartmentalized double hull was indeed a formidable method of attempting to reduce the likelihood of sinking. In truth it required a confluence of events that lend themselves to a vision of a conspiratorial notion of Fate to send the mighty vessel to the ocean floor. The Titanic was initially to embark upon its maiden voyage nearly a month sooner than it eventually did, but an accident in September of 1911 involving its sister ship, the Olympic, required shipbuilders to halt work aboard Titanic in order to make repairs aboard the ailing vessel. Thus the original launch date for Titanic was pushed back, from March 20th, 1912, to April 10th. This delay proved crucial to the circumstances surrounding Titanic’s demise, as recent theories have now suggested.

Though it was not necessarily unexpected that the Titanic might encounter the presence of ice along its North Atlantic journey, the hiring of a captain as experienced in sailing the North Atlantic as Capt. Edward Smith should have proven more than sufficient in avoiding such hazards. However, the amount of ice encountered, including massive icebergs like that which ultimately sunk Titanic, was not something anticipated by the ship’s crew. It is here where Fate played its hand. Recent analysis and speculation have put forth the following theory to explain the unusual hazardousness of Titanic’s route: The moon’s orbit, which varies in distance from the Earth over time, drew closer than it had in over 1,400 years. This, combined with an alignment of the Sun and Moon, produced gravitational conditions resulting in an unusually high tide a few months prior to Titanic’s sailing. In these elevated waters, the icebergs usually grounded off the coasts of Labrador, Newfoundland, and Greenland, were raised enough to free them from the ocean floor, loosing them upon the open waters of the Atlantic. Over the course of three months following their liberation, the icebergs drifted nearer to shipping lanes such as that which the Titanic sailed. Had the launch taken place in March as planned, it’s likely the iceberg which felled the Titanic would not yet have arrived to block the mighty ship’s passage. Thus, the delayed departure, unusually high tide, and simple lack of visibility which prevented earlier detection of the oncoming hazard, combined to doom the vessel’s maiden voyage.

And so, with eerily prophetic 19th century fiction, competitive marketing, technological achievement, seemingly cosmic interference, and a century between then and now to consider, what does it all actually mean? Is it, as it has often been characterized, merely a tragic and cautionary tale, warning against the overconfidence of humanity? The story of the RMS Titanic certainly serves such a purpose, though unsuccessfully, as shipbuilders went on to construct even larger ships only a few years after the Titanic’s sinking. More to the point, could such a message of warning explain the fascination with which many of us research and remember the event, or is there more to this tale than the loss of a ship and many of its passengers? I believe there is more truth to be found by observing the romanticism applied to the story, though not necessarily the sort of romance depicted in James Cameron’s film. Ultimately, the tale of the Titanic speaks to the core of humanity itself, and the indomitability of the human spirit.

Having taken place during an age of so much progress and transition into the fullness of a new age, yet prior to the great wars that would come to dominate the first half of the 20th century, the tragedy of the Titanic’s sinking provides a counterbalance that illuminates the boundless vision of the burgeoning modern world. The time surrounding the dawn of the 20th century featured an amount of intrepid progress and discovery then unmatched by any other time in human history. Central to this progress were the industries and advancements that made the swelling influx of a new immigrant population in America possible. As thousands upon thousands of people emigrated to the United States, so too did their talents, hopes, dreams, fears, and frailties journey to the American shore.

The story of the Titanic is more than simply an example of these advancements and dreams, it embodies them collectively. Encapsulated in that single, failed voyage, the spirit of a new era can be found intact, a perfectly blended combination of each of its elements. That a confluence of coincidences seemed to conspire against the fated vessel long before it set sail only adds to such a perspective. Mankind has always struggled against the forces of nature and the seemingly harsh winds of fortune. With each addition to our knowledge of this event, what may have once been a simple, yet catastrophic, tragedy becomes an ever more finely-crafted tale that appeals to us on an increasing number of levels. As this centennial milestone passes, one cannot help but marvel at both the story itself, and the century of curiosity and fascination that bridge the gap between then and now. And as we look from our present vantage to the future, with stories such as that of the Titanic’s epic voyage in mind, we can trust fully that our own progress and travails might one day prove just as fascinating one hundred years hence. Any stage of the journey may come to epitomize the age in which it takes place, and only through the brilliant prism of retrospect will we be able to reflect and once again ask, as we do now, what does it all mean?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Futility by Morgan Robertson

 


882 1/2 Amazing Answers to your Questions about the Titanic by Hugh Brewster, Laurie Coulter

 


Unsinkable: The Molly Brown Story by Joyce B. Lohse

 

Raise the Titanic by Clive Cussler

 


Explorations: A Life of Underwater Adventure by Robert D. Ballard

 

 

 

 

 

 

Member Musings – Our Love of Books

Saturday, April 14th, 2012

A Modern Day ‘Coming of Age’ Tale

by Mirah W. (mwelday)

 

Years ago, I was a book snob.  Sort of.  Here’s the deal: I liked fiction.  The general, contemporary fiction you find on the bestseller lists: Jodi Picoult, J. K. Rowling (I wasn’t a snob against adolescent lit, give me some credit), Lisa See, Charlaine Harris, Daniel Silva…you get the picture. I loved books, but not classics.  Then one weekend my friend Sara came to visit and wanted me to watch the newest movie version of ‘Pride and Prejudice’ with her.  (Insert eye rolls and some choice sarcastic language here)

I allowed myself to be persuaded and watched.  And I fell (hard) in love with classics. Where had they been all my life?  I know what you’re thinking: Chick, you read classics in school, don’t act like they’re a new invention.  Yes, it’s true.  I read classics in school and I actually appreciated some: ‘A Separate Peace’ by John Knowles, ‘The Scarlet Letter’ by Nathaniel Hawthorne, ‘Jane Eyre’ by Charlotte Bronte and ‘To Kill a Mockingbird’ by Harper Lee were all excellent.  But the trudging through Shakespeare, Steinbeck and Hemingway made me want to claw my eyes out. After the required reading in high school and college, I turned my back on classics and didn’t look back. That is, until I saw Darcy clench his hand after helping Elizabeth into the carriage in the 2005 version of ‘Pride and Prejudice’.  After that, I was on a mission to read classics, and especially Jane Austen.

I jokingly tell people I read classics so I can appear more educated but that’s not really it. The truth is this: I love the language and careful weighing of words.  Why don’t we speak like that anymore?  Just a few words can say more than most speeches given by people today.  Words had more meaning and depth then and were carefully chosen. I mean, have you ever heard anything more condescending than Lady Catherine’s, ‘Are the shades of Pemberley to be thus polluted?’  Ouch, that lady has some venom and there’s not a curse word in the mix.

I like the beauty and complexity of stories about a simpler way of life.  Lives without the distractions we have today.  I seriously doubt Huck would have gotten on that raft if he had a Wii or the internet to occupy his time.

I adore the love stories that are told with stolen glances and plays on words rather than casual sex and mindless flirting.  I can’t even imagine some of my favorite heroes stuck in the modern world.  Poor Mr. Knightley would be fit to be tied at some of the horrible things we say to each other. He thought Emma said bad things but, given today’s society, she’s an angel.

And, at the heart of most really good classics (good in my opinion), the story can be transplanted into any period of time and the plot is still just as moving and appealing.  I see what our world is turning to for entertainment and I cringe when I think what Jane Austen or Charlotte Bronte would think of what we’ve become.  Snooki had a bestseller, for crying out loud.  I bet Jane and Charlotte are rolling in their graves.

Now I’m slightly obsessed with classics, with Jane Austen especially.  I’ve started to sprinkle classics amongst my other reading in an attempt to make up for lost time, I suppose. In some small way, I believe it keeps me grounded.  I get to escape this modern world and I relish it and, at times, I think I was born in the wrong century.

And, while I’m making admissions, I’ll admit sometimes I just don’t have what it takes to finish a classic…darn you, Dickens, I just couldn’t hang with ‘Hard Times’.  But most of the time I see a whole new world and appreciate my life in a whole new way; like when I read ‘North and South’ by Elizabeth Gaskell. Sometimes I just learn a lot about Russian farming like when I read ‘Anna Karenina’ by Tolstoy. The point is, I’m learning.  And if I’m ever forced to live on the land in Russia, I’m prepared.

This is my ‘coming of age’ tale.  Perhaps it’s not as tragic or uplifting as Jane Eyre’s or as scandalous as Becky Sharp’s, but it’s mine and I’m proud of my self-realization.   I’ve realized the error of my childish ways and I’ve learned my lesson.  Classics are good. Reading classics is good for you.  I highly recommend it.

 

 

 

The Places We Live – Kenai Peninsula, Alaska

Wednesday, April 11th, 2012

By Cathy W.  (Firefly)

 

If there is one thing I have learned about Alaska that I didn’t know before, it is that there are many different climates and cultures. It makes sense if you think about it, given that Alaska is the largest state by a significant margin. It covers a vast amount of real estate, roughly the same width as the contiguous US from east coast to west coast. I know I never thought about it until I lived here! I couldn’t begin to describe everywhere in one little blog post, so I thought I’d share a bit with you about Alaska in general, and then some about the small portion of Alaska where I live – the Kenai Peninsula.

One of the most common misconceptions about Alaska is that it is cold, snowy, and dark all the time. Not true. For instance, here in Homer, a coastal town on Kachemak Bay, the weather is more like the Pacific Northwest. Winter time temperatures hover around freezing, often raining instead of snowing. The higher elevations of the mountains or the bluffs usually have more freezing temperatures and larger snow accumulations, though it is not uncommon to have warmer spells with rain throughout the winter.

Photo by Cathy W. (Firefly)

 

Summers are glorious, with rich vegetation and usable light for almost 24 hours a day. If you look at climate details, you will see that there supposedly is only 6 hours of daylight on the darkest day of the year. What this doesn’t take into account is the more than an hour of light before the sun comes up and after the sun goes down! And speaking of light, the quality of the winter light is amazing. The rich oranges, pinks, and purples that highlight the mountains at this time of year will just take your breath away. Often winter comes with clear skies, which means the moon and stars reflect off the snow, making the earth seem to glow around you.

 

Photo by Cathy W. (Firefly)

The people in Alaska seem to be of two types: those that were born here, and those that came from somewhere else. That about covers everyone, doesn’t it? People that live in Alaska are from varied walks of life, but they all seem to end up here because they want a change or an adventure. They come either to get away from it all, or experience it all. Life is a little more laid back than other places. People take time to enjoy some of the simpler things in life, like sharing a cup of coffee and a chat with the neighbor. Those that live here on the Kenai Peninsula are fun loving, don’t mind the flood of tourists that arrive in the summer (much), and like the calmness of the winters. (I have to say, though, that we can’t really call this winter calm, as we received over 16 feet of snow!) Generally, winter is a time of pot-lucks and resting up for summer. With the sun not setting until after midnight in the summer, it is truly hard to tell yourself to go to bed. Blackout shades are a common sight in any household – usually something custom made by the inhabitants to fit their window and habits. Alaskans are a hardy bunch, usually with a bit of an independent streak. Individuality is valued. Both privacy and camaraderie are treasured.

State Flag of Alaska

The Kenai is known as Alaska’s Playground. You know those photos you’ve seen of bears grabbing salmon from the river? Those were taken here. You see tourist photos of men with smiles ear to ear while standing next to halibut that weigh as much as they do? That’s here. You read about volcanoes smoking or spewing ash? Well, we can see those from here. I’ve been told that you can find on the Kenai examples of any of the climates that you can find anywhere else in Alaska. Talk about diversity! The Kenai peninsula is home to many, many small communities and a few larger ones. The biggest are the Kenai/Soldotna area, Seward, and Homer. Others include Hope, Sterling, Anchor Point, and Ninilchik. And there are plenty of people that live off the road system, only accessing their homes by snow machine, boat, or airplane.

Photo by Cathy W. (Firefly)

 

What can you do here on the Kenai? It is indeed a playground – you can fish for halibut, salmon (5 kinds!), trout, rockfish, lingcod, and more. You can take a plane or helicopter to look at the glaciers of the Kenai Mountains. You can go bear viewing. You can take a hike in amazing wilderness areas. You can pick wild raspberries, blueberries, salmon berries, currants, fireweed, and more in the fall. Kayakers take advantage of the calm waters in the brilliant mornings. Skiers and snowshoers traverse the landscape both by the light of day and the light of the moon at night. Locals and tourists alike take in a play or an art show opening, or visit a gallery of locally made crafts. You can watch the eagles soar off the Homer bluffs, majestically slicing through the air. You can camp in the Kenai Wildlife Refuge. Take a guided hike on the boardwalks of Beluga Slough and learn about the ‘soup’ that is the estuary in Kachemak Bay. Take a cruise and look for whales and puffins. Dig for razor clams in Cook Inlet. Drive through Anchor Point and you’ll have driven on the western-most point of the US road system. Do some tide pooling on Bishop’s Beach. Enjoy a pampering session at local day spa, with a view that can’t be beat. And – cliche as it sounds – that’s just for starters!

 

The state flower of Alaska is the Forget-Me-Not…truly, once you’ve been here, you won’t forget it.

photo by Cathy W. (Firefly)

 

 

 


Alaska Twilight by Colleen Coble

 


If You Lived Here, I’d Know Your Name by Heather Lende

 


Alaska Homegrown Cookbook

 


Alaska: Tales of Adventure from the Last Frontier

 


My Lead Dog Was a Lesbian: Mushing Across Alaska in the Iditarod–the World’s Most Grueling Race
by Brian Patrick O’Donoghue

Its Pi Day! Have a slice of math!

Wednesday, March 14th, 2012

 

By Cheryl G. (Poncer)

 

Math was never my strong suit. All through school I needed extra help. I never knew the new math from the old math. It was all Latin to me. Teachers would always tell us we would need to use math in our lives and it would come in handy.

It was always Alga-wha? to me. I can honestly say I have never once in my adult life asked myself, “Wonder what x equals?”. I have asked, “Where the xxx are my keys?!” and “How the xxx did I end up here?!” but never have I voluntarily looked for a an equal to x.

So I see by the calendar today is Pi Day.  According to Wikipedia, π is approximately equal to 3.14. It goes on to say that π (sometimes written pi) is a mathematical constant that is the ratio of any Euclidean circle’s circumference to its diameter. Which makes no sense to me at all.  Just proves my point: Math = Latin.

Trying to keep an open mind, I think we should just celebrate PIE. So for all you pi and pie lovers out there.

 

Happy Pi/Pie Day!

 

 


Life of Pi by Yann Martel

 

The Joy of Pi by David Blatner

 

Geometry for Dummies by Mark Ryan

 


American Pie by Teresa Kennedy

 

All the above books are currently available to order, except the Geometry for Dummies. Go figure!

Tattlings from the Cruise or Flamingo Frenzy

Friday, February 24th, 2012

By Cheryl (Poncer)

 

Back a few months ago, while Mary (kilchurn) and I were hot and heavy into the final stages of planning and organizing the Cruise for PBS Members, we had an email exchange that went something like this:

Cheryl to Mary: Don’t we need some pink plastic blow-up flamingos for the cruise?

Mary: No.

Cheryl: They could be prizes for some of the contests.

Mary: No.

Cheryl: But they are cute.

Mary: No.

Cheryl: And they are inexpensive and will travel easily. and there is free priority shipping.

Mary: NO. NO. NO.

 

So of course, what choice had I? I ordered a dozen of them. They were inexpensive and with free priority shipping, they arrived within days. And they were really really cute! I tossed them into my suitcase and giggled maniacally for a few minutes and promptly forgot all about them.

Fast forward to our arrival in Jacksonville. I unpacked the suitcase and Yay! Pink plastic blow-up flamingos! 12 of them! More giggles ensued, both from myself and my wonderfully funny cabin-mate, Angela (Halti4). As we settled into our cabin, and tried to get our sea legs under us, we blew up a few flamingos. More giggles. One wouldn’t or couldn’t hold his air, so we taped him to the outside of our cabin door so we could find our way back on that huge ship. Off to dinner we went, happy as, well, pink flamingos.

Later that evening, a Bon Voyage and Welcome Aboard Party was planned in Cozy (CozSnShine) and Margaret’s (Yellowdogs1) cabin. Mary was to attend, and it was surely time to release some flamingo fun. Back to the cabin to blow up another flamingo. This one held its air just fine! Angela and I traversed the huge ship and finally came to the party cabin. We knew we were getting close when all we heard was uproarious laughter leaking all over the quiet corridor. Angela knocked and we both stepped aside, like ATF officers serving a warrant at midnight. And as flamingo luck would have it, Mary was the one to answer the door! “There’s a flamingo at the door!”, she shrieked, and peels of laughter rang out from the cabin. Surely they heard us in the bridge. Not a dry, um, eye in the cabin!

 

And the fun flam-doubled and flam-tripled from there!

Flamingos were everywhere….

 

They came to dinner…

 

They went on picnics…

 

They went to bars…

 

There were flamingos on the beach,

 

There were flamingos on pirate ships…

 


Some flamingos preferred quiet mediation,  others joined the PBS Team and Tour Guides.

 

One flamingo even helped Lori (Ethelsmom) win Jeopardy – PBS Style!

Before long folks were even dressing like flamingos!

   

 

 

And so, like all good stories end, happily, Mary and the flamingos finally came to an understanding and learned to get along!

 

 

 

Some flamingo books for your reading pleasure:


Flamingo Fatale
by Jimmie Ruth Evans


The Flamingo Rising
by Larry Baker


Neon Flamingo by Matt & Bonnie Taylor