Wouldn’t that have been a nice thing to have a link to from the main City of Worcester page?
(This is the third in a series of posts about Worcester-area educational activities for preschool-aged children.)
Our approach to literacy has been a bit more organic than what we’ve done for science education.
I highly recommend all parents read The Read-Aloud Handbook. If you weren’t already committed to reading to your kids every night, this book will make you a convert. I’ve found that being an overtly avid reader has made people more open to sharing their stories about reading to children. The nurse who assisted in many of my platelet donations told me that he was reading to his son up until high school, which is something I aspire to.
To aid in reading aloud, we go to the library at least once a week and also own a lot of children’s books. We shop at thrift stores and library book sales. (Our favorite part of a library book sale is when we find a book that we’ve taken out repeatedly and now can own. Our elder son seems to be inheriting our bibliomania.)
There are also a bunch of free or low-cost Worcester-area events that can improve literacy:
- Library story times at Frances Perkins or the Main Branch of the Worcester Public Library. The library used to offer pajama storytime one Friday night a month (though they no longer do) and we would go there if we had sufficient napping to cover staying up a bit later than usual.
- Higgins Armory Museum offers a CastleKids Story Hour (for a small fee which includes a snack and craft) on many Wednesdays in the early afternoon.
- The Greendale YMCA Branch offers a Little Cricket Story Time for family members a couple of times a week.
- Our elder son participates in the Alphabetivities class at the Tri-Community YMCA, which introduces him to letters and gives him lots of practice with writing.
Though our older one is not quite reading fluently yet, he would probably also recommend the website Starfall — he loves practicing reading on that site!
Also in this Series:
I don’t think it’s any secret that I abhor sloppy journalism, even when that sloppy journalism is in the guise of a blog-post-cum-future-InCity-Times-column.
Here’s a tip for Rosalie Tirella: don’t throw rocks from a glass house.
Alcoholism is not the Irish (with Wasp thrown in, so that she can also insult Allen Fletcher) disease she portrays.
Ireland has a teetotaler percentage of 21%. Contrast this with Poland and Italy, each of which have teetotaler rates of 18%.
Also, see page 63 of A Natural History of Alcoholism (in the above link):
Unlike Ireland, Italy has a problem with alcoholism in children. … Indeed, Italy is the only country of which I know that has an alcohol unit associated with a department of pediatrics!
Whatever issues the Irish may or may not have with alcohol, I don’t see what bearing they have on the drinking habits of American teenagers, who may or may not be of Irish descent. Perhaps the package stores Rose frequents do genetic testing to justify her claims.
I would suggest that Rose also look at the work the Amethyst Initiative is doing on the binge-drinking problems that are happening in colleges all over the country. This is not a Holy Cross thing, this is not an Irish-American thing. Our society is utterly failing to teach young people how to drink in moderation.
Also, I’m not sure what city Rose has been living in, but WPI has had neighbor relationship issues. I’ll be interviewing a member of the ATO fraternty at WPI early next week regarding the work his fraternity has done to repair their relationship with their neighbors.
Another tip: Robbie Burns was Scottish, not Irish. Please mention Yeats the next time you want to insult the Irish.
There’s been a great decline in book reviewing in daily and Sunday newspapers. (The Christian Science Monitor is one of the few exceptions, and my consistent source for great book recommendations.) There are a lot of great books blogs, but I figured I would do a regular feature of books I’ve taken out of the library (or bought at a library book sale).
I started becoming a little bit obsessed with the Mutiny on the Bounty a few months back, and it was fortuitous that I have a husband who knows a lot about the South Pacific in general and the Mutiny in particular. It’s been one of the few cases where he and I have read the same books nearly simultaneously (or, more appropriately, where I start reading the book on the shelf in the bathroom and consistently move HIS bookmark to where MY bookmark should be, once again proving that he is the most patient man on the planet).
I found a beat-up paperback copy of the Nordhoff & Hall Mutiny on the Bounty on the free shelf at the library and I haven’t finished it, but I keep it in the car as a flood book. I find Lieutenant Bligh to be a surprisingly compelling individual.
Descendants of the mutineers (including Fletcher Christian) continue to live on Pitcairn Island, and the island, which is extremely remote, continues to fascinate many people worldwide. The writer Dea Birkett traveled to Pitcairn Island and wrote an absorbing memoir of her time there, Serpent in Paradise. She was welcomed into residents’ homes (without their knowing she was a writer who intended to publish a book about her experiences) and lived there for at least a year. You really get the sense of Pitcairn as a place where people are utterly dependent on the grace of God and on each other in order to survive on a daily basis. At first, people hoarding food in refrigerators and on shelves seems like collective insanity — until you realize that they have no idea when the next ship will come to their island, and what provisions the ship’s crew will be willing to barter or sell to the islanders.
Living on a 1.7-square-mile island with a population between 50-200 people also means that everyone knows your business. In some ways, living on the island is extremely remote — all you can see is the Pacific Ocean stretching in every direction — but in other ways, it’s extremely confining. Everyone is related to everyone else, and there are no real secrets that can be kept for any length of time.
Some of these secrets are the basis for the book Lost Paradise by Kathy Marks, which we were able to take out from a Western Massachusetts library. Marks was one of six journalists who reported on child sexual abuse trials on Pitcairn Island. It appears that many men on the island considered girls fair game once they turned twelve.
So, many of the people you met in Birkett’s book are now on trial or in some way complicit in Marks’ book. And it raises all sorts of questions: Do the islanders have a legitimate cultural claim to this practice? Can the island survive if most of the men need to serve jail terms after conviction? Is it acceptable to condone certain behaviors because you are dependent on other residents of the island for your very survival? Can you live a good Christian (in this case, Seventh Day Adventist) life in an essentially wild place?
I recommend both Serpent in Paradise and Lost Paradise, but I think the latter is a better-written book.
I feel I should also recommend a children’s book, but it’s a little tough after just discussing child rape. My son loves Captain Slaughterboard Drops Anchor by Mervyn Peake, which we picked up at a library book sale. The illustrations are delightful and the plot is weird, but it does involve pirates and the weird inhabitants of an island. If you know a boy who loves pirates and drawings of really bizarre fish, he will not be disappointed by this book.
First, if you didn’t read his column about legalized gambling, you should, if only to experience the following quote:
“Colorful” is a term used by newspapers when they want to avoid lawsuits.
Albert Southwick needs to write a column about Dr. John Green, the founder of the Worcester Public Library.
He’s written at least two columns about Samuel Swett Green (here and here), who was John Green’s nephew and a great proponent and innovator of the library. And, really, if you’re going to have a middle name, Swett is a pretty awesome one to have.
Walk into the Worcester Public Library’s main branch and look at the two portraits on the left, right before the circulation desk. The one on the right is Samuel Swett Green. The one on the left is Dr. John Green.
I am not lying when I say that the guy on the left is a total hunk. Seriously. Go there and take a look. (If you’re not a library-goer, I may even take my camera to the library tomorrow and take a picture of him to prove it to you.)
Now, I’ve read pretty rare books from the library’s closed stacks that were donated by a fund he established, so I’ve always had a special spot in my heart for him. But when I saw his portrait for the first time (funnily enough, in the Dr. John Green conference room), I was like, “No man who owns 7,000 books has a right to look that good.” (I look at men who own books in the thousands the way other women look at Brad Pitt and George Clooney. Alberto Manguel — feel free to call me ANYTIME!)
But I’m also the kind of woman who was reading this column over her husband’s shoulder yesterday morning and said, “If Albert Southwick were 70 years younger, you would have no shot with me.”
So — if anyone knows Albert Southwick — tell him I will pay him to write a column on Dr. John Green.
There seems to be a lot of family-friendly musical activity the weekend of December 4/5/6. Unfortunately, that’s a crazy weekend for me (though I will do the Energy Barnraising at the Woo Church on the 5th).
December 4 – Maria Ferrante & Will Sherwood – Christmas Memories, to benefit Jericho Road, at the First Unitarian Church.
December 5 – Dance It Up! presents the Nutcracker at Worcester Technical Vocational School.
December 4/5/6 – specifically for children and families, the New England Conservatory presents the opera Hansel and Gretel. (Speaking of H&G, you should really look at this, because Lady Gaga is really scary.)
December 6, 12:30pm, at Wesley United Methodist Church – Pipes Alive!