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Growing Readers 10/28/14

Halloween Party

Growing Readers Storytime - Halloween Party - Group

This week we had a Halloween party at Growing Readers story time.  We had so much fun!

The children dressed up in costumes.  We had cowgirls, Mario & Luigi, a spider, princesses, Spiderman, and more!  They were each adorable and excited to play games.

Growing Readers story time - Halloween

We sang “Jack-O-Lantern Smiling Bright” to the tune of “Mary had a Little Lamb.”  We appreciated the parents, grandparents, and other adults singing with the children.

Jack-O-Lantern smiling bright,

Smiling bright, smiling bright,

Witches flying in the night,

It is Halloween

Ghosts and Goblins, cats and bats,

Cats and bats, cats and bats,

Witches with their funny hats

It is Halloween!

Growing Readers story time - Halloween

The Ghost Fingerplay (Author Unknown)

I saw a ghost (fingers circle eyes)

He saw me too (point to yourself)

I waved at him (wave your hand)

But he said,”BOO!” (yell BOO)

Growing Readers Story Time - Halloween

We read Brooms Are for Flying by Michael Rex.  Because this is a book full of action, we all stood to read.  We marched when the author said to march, and we stomped, flapped our arms, shook our bones, made scary sounds, and more.  Preschoolers love moving, so this was a very good read.

We have this Halloween themed book and so many more at the Little Falls Public Library.  If you have children, stop by for a visit.  There’s plenty of time to borrow books before Halloween.

Brooms are for flying

We also read Skeleton Hiccups by Margery Cuyler.

In this book, Skeleton had a terrible case of the hiccups.  He tried everything to get rid of them, including standing on his head and drinking water.  Nothing worked until his friend the ghost had him look in the mirror.  His bony reflection scared the hiccups right out of him.

Skeleton Hiccups

We played Pass The Pumpkin, Ring Around the Pumpkin, Monster Freeze Dance, and the Pumpkin Walk.  The first three games you may be familiar with, but the Pumpkin Walk is played like musical chairs.  We placed three different color poster boards on the floor and walked around them while the music played.  When the music stopped, I called out a color and the children had to find the matching color poster board and stand on it.

These 2-4 year-olds are just learning how to play games in a group.  It’s a new experience for them and they are enjoying it.

The children decorated their own goody-bags and then filled them treats, like Halloween pencils, erasers, crayons, spider rings, Goldfish crackers, fruit snacks, and more.

Growing Readers Story Time - Halloween

And, we had cupcakes, because what’s a party without cake?

Growing Readers Story Time - Halloween

Growing Readers Story Time - Halloween

We’re so sorry you missed Growing Readers story time this morning.  If you’re signed up for Growing Readers, please be at the library each Tuesday at 10am.  We’ll see you next week!



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Happy Halloween

Halloween at The Library

Happy Halloween from the Little Falls Library

If you’ve visited the library recently, you’ve probably noticed things are getting spooky.  If not, we hope you’ll enjoy this short virtual tour of this year’s Halloween decorations.

Halloween - Library Front Window

Edgar Allen Poe

Halloween - Edgar Allen Poe

“The Raven”

{First published in 1845.}

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`’Tis some visitor,’ I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door –
Only this, and nothing more.’

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; – vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow – sorrow for the lost Lenore –
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore –
Nameless here for evermore.

Halloween - Front Library Window

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me – filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`’Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door –
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; –
This it is, and nothing more,’

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,’ said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you’ – here I opened wide the door; –
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!’
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!’
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,’ said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore –
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; –
‘Tis the wind and nothing more!’

Halloween - Library Window

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door –
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door –
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,’ I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore –
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!’
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.’

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning – little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door –
Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as `Nevermore.’

Halloween - Library Window Display

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered – not a feather then he fluttered –
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before –
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.’
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.’

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
`Doubtless,’ said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore –
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of “Never-nevermore.”‘

Halloween - Kid's Window

But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore –
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.’

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o’er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o’er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
`Wretch,’ I cried, `thy God hath lent thee – by these angels he has sent thee
Respite – respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!’
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.’

Halloween - Children's book display & bulletin board

`Prophet!’ said I, `thing of evil! – prophet still, if bird or devil! –
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted –
On this home by horror haunted – tell me truly, I implore –
Is there – is there balm in Gilead? – tell me – tell me, I implore!’
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.’

`Prophet!’ said I, `thing of evil! – prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us – by that God we both adore –
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore –
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels name Lenore?’
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.’

`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!’ I shrieked upstarting –
`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! – quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!’
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.’

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted – nevermore!

Halloween - Office Window

We hope to see you soon!