Mast Landing School

Freeport, Maine, makes some people think of LLBean. As of yesterday, that town will forever make me think of Mast Landing School and its vibrant, bustling and enthusiastic third through fifth graders.

Librarian Julia Colvin organized my day, part of which was spent touring her library space. It is a two-story, sunshiney place with lots of nooks for curling up with a good book. Take this red couch, for example, where a group of Mast Landing students snuggled up with, um, well, you know …

The library felt like a community center to me. Students roamed in and out, returning books, checking out new ones, flipping through options in a comfy chair. Those at a loss for what to read need only look to the wall, where Mrs. Colvin had displayed the Maine Student Book Award nominees:

Another highlight of the day was my lunch with students. Let’s just say I would still be there answering questions today—and probably still would not have eaten my sandwich!—if these saavy kids had their way. Their questions were interesting and the intensity with which they examined my answers was delightful.

Thank you to all my new friends at Mast Landing School. I hope we will meet again soon!

Edited to add: Do you know which book won the Maine Student Book Award this year? The votes have been tallied and I got the scoop today. But as that announcement was part of today’s visits, you will have to wait until tomorrow to hear the news.

Edited even further to add: Okay, I’ll give you some hints: This year’s Maine Student Book Award winner is not trashy, but it is a bit wimpy …

 

George E. Jack School

For my regular blog readers, this might feel like just another post about just another Maine visit, but you have to trust me … my school visits here in Maine have been anything but routine! They continue to be unique and marvelous and full of lovely connections that I will never forget…

On Wednesday, outside the library of the George E. Jack School in Standish, Maine, I was greeted by this flotilla of duckies:

and this sign:

Throughout the day I spoke with fourth and fifth graders about the writing of TRACKING TRASH. The students were fabulous, and in the final moments of my final presentation, a sharp-eyed fifth grader among them pointed out some books in the background of a photo I have shown hundreds and hundreds of times in school visits. It was snapped at my book launch party in March of 2007:

He was pointing out THE LAST DRAGON, a book he adored. But his looking deeply at the image made ME look at it deeply, too … and I noticed for the first time that my friend Sara Lewis Holmes’ novel, LETTERS FROM RAPUNZEL, is also in the picture. How could I have missed that? (Do you see it there, between our faces?) A special photo has suddenly become even more special.

Later, long after I had left the school, I had dinner in Gorham. I was sitting at my table reading a book and waiting for the check when a woman and her son sat at the table next to me. I heard them begin the age-old dinnertime ritual:

“So” Mom said, “how was your day?”

“Pretty good,” the boy said. “We had an author at our school.”

I stopped reading and started listening closer.

“Which author?” Mom asked.

“Well, I forget her name. But she wrote a book about trash called TRACKING TRASH and …”

“Hey! That’s me!” I said.

Or maybe I shouted? It sort of slipped out. It would have been embarrassing, except the boy, bless his heart, shouted right back, “Mom! That’s her! That’s the author who came to school!”

Oh, what a day. Heartfelt thanks to everyone at George E. Jack school for making my Wednesday day so lovely, and to Kevin and his mom for making my Wednesday night so memorable, and to Kris Zuidema for setting it all up.

 

Loranger Middle School

I spent Tuesday in Old Orchard Beach, Maine, visiting with students at Loranager Middle School. Talk about a warm welcome …

Many thanks to Ali, Emily, and all their classmates who worked on these welcome signs; they are still making me smile. And I want to send a special “YOU ROCK!” message to Karly, who dressed up in a trash bag dress and a milk carton hat to bring attention to my visit and the subject of my book.

I took this next photo in the LMS school library, where students were reading and rating books nominated for this year’s Maine Student Book Award:

Can you see all those stickers under Jeff Kinney’s DIARY OF A WIMPY KID? That means the Loranger students dig that book. They also dig Linda Urban’s A CROOKED KIND OF PERFECT. (Who can blame them on either count?) TRACKING TRASH had four stickers, which may not seem a lot, but they meant the world to me. Blue dots mean the student in question thought the book in question was “the best ever”. If there are truly four students in the world who think that about TRACKING TRASH, well, then I am a happy girl.

Many thanks to the students and faculty at Loranger Middle School. My day with you was warm and bright, despite the remnants of winter swirling outside. Happy reading and thank you all!

 

Glenburn Elementary School

Cool things that happened while I was in Glenburn, Maine:

I enjoyed a potluck dinner with teachers Deb Crocker, Doretta Callahan, Sari Ohmart, Janet Ecker and Jean Watts.

I spent the night at Serendipity Stables, hosted by Glenburn Elementary School librarian Val Rich; Val even let me help feed the horses!

I listened in as a classroom of seventh graders read TRACKING TRASH together out loud. Seriously!

I talked with groups of seventh and eighth graders about the writing and researching of TRACKING TRASH, and answered clever questions about the ocean, plastic pollution, and saving the planet.

I learned, thanks to those seventh and eighth graders, that it IS spring in Maine; shorts and flip-flops are appropriate. (Who knew? Note to my boys back home: I guess you CAN start wearing shorts to school!)

I had lunch with fifteen student writers. We talked about writing and researching and our favorite books. I read from a work in progress and got insightful feedback from these future authors.

Many thanks to everyone who made my time at Glenburn Elementary School so enjoyable!

 

Peepers Peeping!

Late last week I tagged along as my friend Kris, a volunteer for the North American Amphibian Monitoring Project (NAAMP), surveyed frogs and toads in Massachusetts. We heard lots o’ spring peepers and–once Kris taught me how to listen for them–lots o’ wood frogs, too. When was the last time you stood outside in the dark, closed your eyes, and just listened? If you live anywhere near Massachusetts, now is the time to give it a whirl. (And if you’re curious about what you are hearing, check out this website.)

As if all this weren’t fun enough for a gal like me, Kris let me suit up in her spare waders and search the vernal pool near her home for salamanders (see above). We saw a lone spotted salmander and several egg masses. (And I’ve officially added ‘chest waders’ to my wish list.)

I’m gallivanting around the state of Maine this week, visiting schools and libraries. With any luck I’ll be able to share a few pics during the week. In the meantime, get out there and listen to some nighttime sounds; I’d love to know what is calling in your neck of the woods!

 

For Meredith M!

This post is for a student named Meredith, who I met at a Sustainability Fair last fall. I hope she finds her way here, because her project is due very soon and I am at a a loss as to how else I can reach her …

Dear Meredith,

I have gotten your emails, and I have responded to each and every one. Clearly my replies are not reaching you. If you are reading this, please check the SPAM folder of your email system to see if my errant emails are there. In them you will find the information you asked about.

Best wishes,
Loree Griffin Burns

 

Animal, Vegetable, Miracle

ANIMAL, VEGETABLE, MIRACLE
By Barbara Kingsolver
HarperCollins, 2007

Category: Non-fiction for Grown-ups

“Eaters must understand, how we eat determines how the world is used.”

I’ve been thinking for days what I could possibly say about this book, and I keep coming back to this single word:

Life-altering.

Confronting our food life—and by our food life I mean the food life of my own little family—is something I struggle with. Like so many others, I want to make choices that will keep us and our planet healthy. This isn’t easy. It is the opposite of easy, actually. But Barbara Kingsolver and her family reminded me why it is imperative to keep trying. For one year, they ate nothing but food produced in their own neighborhood; if they couldn’t grow it or find it locally, they lived without it. This book is a memoir of that experience.

“It’s the worst of bad manners—and self-protection, I think, in a nervously cynical society—to ridicule the small gesture. These earnest efforts might just get us past the train-wreck of the daily news, or the anguish of standing behind a child, looking with her at the road ahead, searching out redemption where we can find it: recycling or carpooling or growing a garden or saving a species or something. Small, stepwise changes in personal habits aren’t trivial. Ultimately they will, or won’t, add up to having been the thing that mattered.”

Buoyed by this book, I’ll keep making small, stepwise changes … and believing with all of my heart that they matter.

 

À la Kelly Fineman …

Writer and poet Kelly Fineman has a tradition of quoteskimming on Sundays, whereby she shares with her blog readers words of wisdom mined over the course of a week’s reading. Today I’d like to join her, because I found this gem in a short essay called Compass Points by Judy Blundell in the March/April 2009 issue of The Horn Book Magazine, and it spoke to me:

There is a February of the soul that writers know, and though nothing tangible helps, including walks and tea, there is something that does, and that is another writer saying I know.

 

Oh, that February of the soul. Do you know it? And that other writer, the one who says I know, do you know her, too? I do, I do, and I feel blessed.

Happy Sunday!

 

Signs of Spring


© Loree Griffin Burns

Our crocuses burst open today, and the honey bees who live next door came over to check them out. Although I should have been working on, oh, about a hundred other things, I decided to soak it all in: sunshine, shirtsleeves, singing birds, shouting kids, time outside with my camera and absolutely no agenda.

Here’s hoping the loveliness has sprung where you are, too …

 

Library Love


Beaman Memorial Library in West Boylston, Massachusetts

There is a library-lovin’ challenge going on around the blogging world, and YOU can get involved. A group of generous writer/bloggers have pledged to make donations to their favorite libraries; the amount of their donation depends on how many people visit and comment on their library-lovin’ blog posts. Read all about it here, and then, if you can, spend some time cheering the participants. Every comment you make sends money to a deserving library somewhere in the world.

I wasn’t able to join the festivities, but I have been inspired to show my love for the Beaman Memorial Library in West Boylston, Massachusetts. I sponsor the library’s subscriptions to Scientific American and Discover for Kids. (You are not surprised by these choices, are you?) This year, though, in honor of the generous spirit of Jenn Hubbard and all her library lovin’ friends, I’ll add a third magazine renewal to my donation.

So, friends, what third magazine should I pick?