Thursday, September 13, 2018

Farmington Libraries Computer Code Club Begins Premier Season

I am very excited to report our inaugural Code Club meeting was a tremendous success. Anna Boisvert has enchanted our Tween learners into the notion that they can have fun learning to write computer code. This program is an all hands on deck initiative and the roll-out has been superb. Let's look forward to the next generation of computer programmers learning their skills from the Farmington Libraries. These are collaborative classes designed to teach young learners the logic and skills required to become a computer programmer through fun and peer collaboration. Be there or be square..... Jay

Wednesday, August 1, 2018

Thanks to Daisy Troop 66309.


Out Children's  Librarian, Anna Eisen,  alerted me to these two members of Daisy Troop 66309 who used their extra cookie sale money to buy books for the library, focusing on titles that align with the Daisy petals — such as “make the world a better place,” “be considerate and caring,” and “use resources wisely.” A set of mottos we all swhould live by!

These Daisies and their families frequently attend library programs and love using the library space. Just a LOVELY way to start my day.

Thanks. J



 for learning and fun.

Wednesday, June 27, 2018

2018 Farmington Libraries Year-end Board meeting




Year-end Board meeting brings the finish to a great year and the anticipation of a greater future.  Special thanks went to departing secretary Maureen Bitner, and Chairperson Alan Sherman's final meeting as  Chair.  This was a fun and productive year for me and I wish to thank all team and board member who gave the support and energy required to drive this big ship.  Best Jay

Remembering Karen Zigler with her legacy flowers




Remembering Karen Zigler as a gardener, planter of seeds, consoler, friend and good person barely scratched the surface of who she was; but beyond all things, Karen was a giver. Thank you, Karen, and thank you, Ray, for continuing on your wife's tradition of beautifying the Library with the fruits of her toil.   Remembering Karen Zigler as a gardener, planter of seeds, consoler, friend and good person barely scratched the surface of who she was; but beyond all things, Karen was a giver. Thank you, Karen, and thank you, Ray, for continuing on your wife's tradition of beautifying the Library with the fruits of her toil.   


Monday, June 18, 2018

Farmington Libraries, Barney Library video; How wonderful to have such talented and astute children here in Farmington


Savi Agarwal,  an eighth-grader at Farmington Connecticut's Irving A. Robbins Middle School, has presented her eighth grade Paideia; history of the  Barney Library Project, to the libraries at the recommendation of  Mrs. Molloy, her social studies teacher. I am so impressed with Savi's scholarship and hard work that I am publishing it here for all to see. Savi, I am expecting to hear great things about you as you go forward in your life...  All my Best, 

Jay


Please click the link below

School may be out; but Farmington Library Teen Programs are In!


Thursday, May 3, 2018

Centripetal force game, attracting family synergy, only at the Farmington Libraries

The Centripetal force game, attracting family synergy, only at the Farmington Libraries! 
It is important to make science live and explain the wonders of the universe. The family scene pictured below is repeated thousands of times during any given year since its 2013 installation.  


Wednesday, May 2, 2018

Free College Proctor Sessions


It is always fun to review the various service metrics which define the libraries service performance at year-end.  As a result of that process, I thought it would be interesting to cull out and list our latest statistics. These numbers represent the diversity of services provided and demonstrate an added value lying far beyond those the beliefs of most when thinking of Library services. The following represent those findings: 
                                                     FY-2016-2017

The libraries annual usage follows: 215,002 visitors, 325,959 loans, 1727 new card issued, 109,068 Website visits, 42,189 questions answered, 919 Main Library programs, 170 Library programs, 207 Adult programs, 141 Teen Programs, 741 Children’s programs, 79 Maker Space programs,13 concerts, 538 Passports, 161 Notary transactions 4,419 room reservations,61 technology training hours,9,950 E-Book reads, 4,721 Audiobooks hears, 439 Maker Space teaching hours, 19,812 computer uses, 135 Farmington Room uses, 737 Adult Reading program readers, 309 Teen summer Readers, 1,329 child Summer Readers, 546 Volunteer hours... 

And, 47 free college proctors examination sessions.



A New Orleans Retrospective


New Orleans is a city of paradoxes, many of which have been obfuscated by the patina and vitality of the French Quarter, Up-Town Convention Center and the business district. This became very evident as I volunteered with a Christian relief agency in the Ninth Ward while attending the ALA Conference in June. Leaving our comfortable hotel rooms, our busload of eager, enthusiastic library workers were driven to our assignments in a large air-conditioned bus through devastated areas filled with small residential and commercial buildings, densely clustered on narrow streets. The scene was reminiscent of the desperation seen in the Great Depression photos of Ben Shahn and Walker Evans.
All eyes were upon us as we disembarked at a small school attached to a Catholic church. The school entrance was filled with young volunteers resting on lawn furniture from their early morning labors; others were filling sprayers with a mix of water and chemicals for the task of killing the mold growing in homes designated as salvageable. Our fresh, well-scrubbed appearance and clean clothing contrasted dramatically with those already at work, many of whom had not showered or had a change of clean clothes for several days or longer.
I opted to help the volunteers by repairing their toilet facilities, which were totally inoperable. I did a bit of auguring, replaced several drain traps, faucets, and valves and got the place working as best I could with very low water pressure. When I was finished I decided, on the spur of the moment, to walk the six, very hot miles back to my hotel. I had not eaten anything nor drunk any water all day because the environment and the job I had undertaken were so odious that the thought eating and drinking was repugnant.
At any rate, I ventured forth and soon realized that I was the only pedestrian on those storm-ravaged streets, and a very noticeable one at that, with my bright yellow “Librarians,
Build Communities” T-shirt announcing not only my tourist status but my vocation as well. As I walked, I eventually came upon several people with whom I interacted. The first asked if I was interested in specific services, which I declined. The second wanted to know if I was a part of the librarians’ convention and was glad to find out that I was.
I began to have second thoughts about my journey, but realizing that I was well beyond the point of no return, I asked a woman on a bike for the best route back to Canal Street. She was very helpful and instructed me on the safest way to go. Not long after, a car came screaming up to me, easily identified as a mark in my yellow shirt, and the driver begged me for four dollars to buy gas. I gave her the money; she blessed me and sped off. I continued onward--hot, tired, thirsty, desperate for a shower and eager to discard my irreparably filthy clothes. Late in the afternoon, I approached the first pedestrian I had seen in nearly an hour. I greeted him with a “Hi” but he looked away and accelerated by with a disdain I could smell. Finally, I recognized a few landmarks and found my way back to my hotel, transformed by my surrealistic experience.
I suppose we all have a propensity to either exaggerate or minimize new experiences in order to fit those moments into what we’ve known before. I was and remain stunned by the socioeconomic and physical mayhem rendered by Katrina; the disastrous results of that cataclysmic event are far beyond the range of my previous experience. The desolation and forlornness I experienced persists. The old New Orleans is gone and all that remains is the memory of what once was.