Take the pledge to Give Books this holiday. It’s simple, and free. For every #GiveBooks tweet, pin, and online signature we gather, Chronicle will donate a children’s book to First Book. We’ll donate every time someone purchases a children’s book from one of our three retail stores in San Francisco. If you want to contribute more, you can also make a direct donation to FirstBook.org or the literacy non-profit of your choice. But most important, buy a book this holiday—any book—and give it to someone you love.
Life is a question of nerves, and fibres, and slowly built-up cells in which thought hides itself and passion has its dreams. You may fancy yourself safe and think yourself strong. But a chance tone of colour in a room or a morning sky, a particular perfume that you had once loved and that brings subtle memories with it, a line from a forgotten poem that you had come across again, a cadence from a piece of music that you had ceased to play… I tell you, that it is on things like these that our lives depend.
Happy Thanksgiving, all! To mark the occasion, we’re sharing just a small sample of beautiful, interesting, and sometimes weird Thanksgiving Day postcards from the Library’s collections. Most of these are from the late 1800s and early 1900s, and are in our Mid-Manhattan Picture Collection. We particularly like the one featuring two turkeys driving a car (likely out of town). We have plenty more of these cards, if you’re interested. Remember, the Library is closed today for the holiday, but we’ll be back open tomorrow! And we’d be so thankful if you would visit!
Gobble! Gobble! Wishing our Tumblarian friends a very Happy Thanksgiving!
Happy Turkey Day!
Think about how unbelievable it would be to deliver an extraordinary October performance to win the World Series for your team, your city. Think about how it would feel like to save the season with a desperate two-out triple, then hit the most dramatic home run in the history of a venerated franchise that’s won 11 World Series championships.
It must be indescribable. And since this is your own personal dreamscape, then imagine the exhilaration of running the bases in a triumphant home-run trot, knowing that every kid in town is right there with you in spirit, accompanying you on the victory tour that leads to a touch down at home plate to set off a joyous celebration.
David Freese was running for all of us in Game 6 of the 2011 World Series. He took off, and then walked off, on a fairy-tale ride for anyone who ever wanted to become a baseball hero in their hometown. He was trotting on the clouds under his feet to make his parents proud, all of St. Louis proud, and transform our eccentric aggregation of cities, counties and neighborhoods into the happiest place on earth.