I can’t believe it is September already. As everyone, but everyone, is saying.
It seems only last week that we were
in the middle of July and all the clubs and groups which keep me happily occupied were closing down for the summer holiday. Schools were out - and everywhere I looked on Facebook were pictures of young’uns leaving for pastures new and wearing white shirts
covered with graffiti (aka their classmates’ autographs.) I mean, whatever happened to ordinary autograph books? We used to draw brick walls in our books and all our friends wrote their names inside a brick. One could only hope you had sufficient friends
to build an entire wall. Most people would use the centre pages of their autograph books for this purpose but I never could, on account of the fact that my Dad loved to commandeer these pages in order to write: “Hey, diddle diddle / I’m bang in
Today is the first day of September and tomorrow the Birdy Group will reconvene. I am so looking forward to it, having missed a couple of our
monthly outings. I am packing my rucksack this evening in preparation - all I need to do is to remember where I put my binoculars. Or, possibly, where one of the Rascally Trio may have hidden them. Then on Wednesday our Nomination Whist Group will gather at
our house for the first session of the new term. Which reminds me, I must remember to buy biscuits. It is easy to tell that we have not been meeting just by taking a peep into my biscuit tin which is usually deliciously full with the treats left over from
our fortnightly sessions but now contains three slightly stale shortbread fingers and a half unwrapped Penguin. Of the Biscuit Variety, of course - don’t be ridiculous. The Twins, Tala and Lilia, who always make a bee-line for the biscuit tin when they
visit, were most perturbed at the Lack of Biscuits until they spied a packet of Ritz crackers on the kitchen worktop. I’m so glad I didn’t disappoint...
week, the Craft Group will meet again, while on Friday we will be Singing for Pleasure once again, though without our conductor, the Redoubtable Muriel, who has decided to hang up her baton at the remarkable age of 95. It just won’t be the same without
So much for the new beginnings - but some activities are drawing to a close. There are just two more weeks left in this year’s Summer Reading Challenge
and the race is on to complete before September 14th. Yesterday afternoon I gave out around a dozen “gold” medals and certificates to finishers, accompanied by loud drum rolls on the SRC desk. There is something so very, very satisfying about making
a noise in a library.
In the few spare moments I have between visitors to my desk, I take a peek at the comments on the feedback forms filled in by the children
and their parents. Most of the children mention, with considerable relish, the “smelly stickers” while almost all the parents agree that the challenge has encouraged and motivated their young’uns to keep reading throughout the long summer
holiday. More than one mentions how much their children have enjoyed being able to choose the books they want to read, rather than working through a “scheme” as they have to do at school. Maybe a lesson to be learnt there? Says I, who knows nothing
about it - except that children need to be taken right inside a story before reading comes naturally.
Which reminds me. One of my “finishers” yesterday
had read a book about the Impressionists (yes, she chose it herself.) The heroine of the story was able to transport herself into the paintings of Monet, Matisse, Renoir and Degas (to mention but a few.) Had she ever wanted to do that? I asked her. She looked
back at me, earnestly, this little lass with short, tidy pigtails and blue, blue eyes and nodded. I just knew she had. I was as sure as I could be that we were Kindred Spirits, she and I. Me too, I confided.
No doubts about it - we were most definitely On The Same Page.