As each of us signed in we got an information packet containing, among other things, a guide to the “Concurrent Sessions” that would be running later in the day. We studied these and worked out assignments. We had enough people on hand that we could have at least one attend each distinct session (Some were offered more than once). As much as possible we tried to match subject content with personal interest. Our youngest and newest team member didn’t show any interest in any of the available sessions, so I assigned her one.
But first things first. For breakfast the conference center staff set out trays of fruit, tiny muffins, and single-serving yoghurts in the broad hallway that runs the length of the building. There was already a row of drink machines serving coffee, “enhanced water,”

and juices. I was delighted to find POG (passion, orange, guava) juice. Over breakfast we discussed our respective trips and the upcoming day’s activities.
I found myself wondering where the State Librarian was. Ordinarily she is front-and-center by the registration tables. My question was answered when she came up behind me and said hello. Arkansas’ professional librarian community is small enough that she seems to know most of us on a first-name basis.
The conference proper began at nine with the opening assembly. The approximately 240 attendees filled the auditorium about halfway. After a few opening words from the State Library’s staff our speaker, a library programming consultant from Michigan—for some reason they all seem to come from somewhere around the Great Lakes area—got to work talking to us about how singing and movement in a story time works with young children. She acted out songs and activities, including a rap (sort of) version of the Three Bears story, a version of “The Old Lady Who Swallowed a Fly” that included visual aids (!), and a call-and-response version of the Tortoise and the Hare fable. She also had time to give a few pointers on the making of sock puppets.
Well, not really. Actually she ran over, which meant that the first batch of Concurrent Sessions started some minutes after their 10:00 a.m. start time. These were held in the conference rooms located up and down the hall. We rushed to them, grabbing cinnamon rolls (fresh out of the oven!) from the big trays that had appeared in the hallway during our opening assembly I attended a session on the R.I.S.E. (Reading Initiative for Student Excellence) Arkansas project. This early literacy promotion effort is aimed mainly at schools and school libraries, but public libraries are invited to join in. The session was informative.
At the end I had just a few moments to speak with one of the presenters in search of advice regarding some programming activities that both of our libraries had been trying to do. They are a large library that has enjoyed great success in their outreach efforts. Our own smaller-scale efforts have been much less successful. I tried to pump her for ideas that might help us to do better. She was quite gracious in sharing hers. One of the best things about being a librarian is that colleagues are always quick to help one another out.
Back in the auditorium we had our second general session. This time the speaker demonstrated ideas for older children using Pete the Cat,
La Noche de las Estrellas (Based on an Argentine folktale about a guy who pokes holes in the dark sky), and
The Singing Snake (In which the snake wins a singing contest by cheating, as one might expect). She was nothing if not animated. Naturally she had us singing along and doing some of the motions. Pretty much everybody participated, though as might be expected some of us showed more enthusiasm than others. I couldn’t help having visions of children on the autism spectrum wanting to curl up and try to disappear during some of these loud and extraverted programs. It’s one reason why, unlike most of the attendees, I am not an actual children’s librarian.
At lunch we formed two long lines at the cafeteria down the hall. I took great care not to spill my glass of water on my meal as I went through the line. Last year I ruined what looked like (And, according to one of the staff, was) a nice dish of fish. This year I kept from drenching my meal. We had chicken that had been unaccountably covered with spaghetti sauce. Those of us who didn’t care to try that little culinary experiment raked the sauce off as best we could.