jueves, 10 de enero de 2019

Marilla Waite Freeman: A Life in Pictures, Letters, Articles and Manuscripts

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A “goddess”, a “fire starter”, a “free spirit”, Marilla Waite Freeman (1870-1961) was determined to make libraries the “power house of society”, and to use literacy as the key for the pursuit of happiness. She was like a rock star. Artists revered her, entire communities were indebted to her enthusiasm, the small boys on the street would recognize her as “the library lady”. For seven decades she embodied the spirit of librarianship.
Marilla obtained a degree in Literature from the University of Chicago (1897) and a Law Degree from the University of Memphis (1921).  She was devoted most of her life to promoting the appreciation of poetry and worked for libraries in Illinois, Indiana, Iowa, Kentucky, New Jersey, Tennessee, Massachusetts, New York and Cleveland, where she was librarian of the second largest public library in the country
Nothing seemed alien to her interest. In addition to her many influential articles on general and reference librarianship, she wrote about censorship, the role of libraries in war times, hospital libraries, adult education, the film industry, and the relationships between the libraries and their communities. Her many achievements and distinctions also included being a contributing writer to the Encyclopedia Americana, being the First Vicepresident of the American Library Association and receiving a Distinguished Service Medal on the 50th Anniversary of the University of Chicago.
After her death, Marilla fell into oblivion. For almost five decades her legacy stayed in the shadows. But now she is back to business and ready to be the inspiration many people need. It is time for the Library Lady to become the living legend she was meant to be.



jueves, 20 de diciembre de 2018

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La columna de Vivir en El Poblado




El invierno en Siberia invita a recogerse en la tibieza, a ver el mundo a través de cristales que separan del frío y la blancura, del anochecer temprano, del paisaje desierto de donde las criaturas también han desertado. La noche es larga y callada y solitaria, podría invitar a pensar que has llegado donde estás porque erraste el camino, pero basta un gesto leve y distraído para que el mundo parezca estar más cerca, para que voces e imágenes amadas se asomen y resuenen en ese espacio donde solo sonaba el refrigerador de vez en cuando, algunos pasos remotos en un piso de madera, un ladrido distante, un silencio elocuente y constante que ya dura tres lustros y no parece dar indicios de querer acabarse.

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