Thursday, January 30, 2014

I Am My Mother's Child


The library at MFLBS is in full swing!!  Watching the students check out books for the first time with such joy is definitely a top-five moment of my Peace Corps service.  Their enthusiasm has yet to diminish with each trip to the library.  Books For Africa is an amazing organization and I am thankful for their generous contribution! 

I remember going to the library as a child.  My marvelous Momma instilled a love for literature in me at a young age.  Being an elementary school librarian there was never a shortage of storybook times at home.  Even when returning home from college for a quick weekend visit there would always be storybook time.  My first library card is one of my most treasured possessions.  That tattered, purple plastic rectangle with my third grade signature faded on the back is still magical to me. 

Growing up I was addicted to the children’s show Reading Rainbow and my dad was addicted to Star Trek.  Needless to say, I saw a lot of LeVar Burton and wanted to be him.  I often find myself singing the theme song to Reading Rainbow whilst working in the library.

I can go anywhere.  Friends to know and ways to grow. A Reading Rainbow.  I can be anything.  Take a look it’s in a book.  A Reading Rainbow.

Reading truly can take one anywhere.  I hope this little library in Macca Farafenni proves to be the vehicle that enables these sweet young minds to dream impossible dreams and make them come true.

Celebration of Life


The Fourth of January is my “celebrate life” day. Life is too short. I celebrate and seize the day by doing something that I have either been too scared or too busy to do.  I have celebrated life in years past by riding the infamous tree swing on Jekyll Island, walking across the US 192 Melbourne Bridge, and going to hear an old favorite band.

My first celebrate life day in The Gambia was quite special.  My site mate 8km to the west has been inviting me to visit her for quite some time.  For one reason or the other I have put it off because I was nervous about riding my bike somewhere unfamiliar.  I am thankful and glad I faced my fear for we had a fantastic time together playing Scrabble, eating beef jerky, drinking juice, dancing with her family, and talking about friends in our life that were taken away all too soon.  The ride there and back was beautiful, easy, and quite enjoyable.  It was a lovely day to be alive and wonderful way to celebrate life indeed.