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Shakespeare for People Who Don't Like Shakespeare

This week we celebrated the birthday of William Shakespeare, a man who gave us some of the finest plays ever written and whose works continue to be performed. Now let me be honest and say that I love Shakespeare in just about every form in which he appears. Traditional staging to updated to re-imagined. However, I know that some folks out there just can’t sit through the long plays and Elizabethan language without getting bored or distracted. So here are some recommendations for people who might like to get the gist of the Shakespearean story without all the fancy dialogue.

 

National Poetry Month

There was a time – many, many years ago, before radio and television – that people found entertainment through reading. Not just silently to themselves, but aloud, for everyone. And not just popular novels of the day. People were hungry for education as well as entertainment. They also read the newspaper – and poetry. Almost everyone remembers learning some poems in school, and many of us probably have favorites that we can recite. Poems that touched us in a way that made us want to remember that moment, so we learned them by heart. Poems that were, in fact, made to be read aloud.

"I am proud of what I am. I am a librarian."

Libraries are such an integral part of our community, we often take them for granted. So once a year, we have National Library Week – this year April 11-17 – to allow us time to acknowledge their value. Libraries provide information and entertainment for millions of people everyday all over the world, whether on a college campus or a major city or a small town. And there are the librarians who help us find what we need.

Play Ball!

Many years ago, I got a job working as a circulation assistant at a library. My schedule on most days had me going to work at 11:00 a.m., taking an hour for “lunch” at 4:00 p.m., and then working the evening shift until the library closed at 8:00 p.m. Usually I got home about 8:30. I began this job in July, so when I got home, my mother was watching the Atlanta Braves game. I’d played softball as a kid, but it had been a while since those days and I wasn’t a big baseball fan. On the other hand, my mother was. (Where my parents were concerned, my mom, not my dad, was the bigger sports fan.) When I arrived home, I was beat. I’d been on my feet most of the day. But I wasn’t necessarily sleepy, so I’d sit with Mama for a while and watch the game.

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