School's out for-weather

We were closed due to bad weather at 2.30pm yesterday. Unbelievably exciting, even though we are closed to the public this week anyway and were having a perfectly pleasant time sorting out stock and preparing displays. We even sat in and had lunch together and cups of tea to avoid braving the weather which was, again, very nice.

There is nothing better than sitting on your couch when you thought that you would be at work, however.

Although finding a forgotten tenner in your pocket and a stashed bar of Dairy Milk in the back of the cupboard are admirable rivals. Or realising half way through an episode of eastenders that it is an hour long. Yes!

Time to build snowmen!

The Library and Archive has been closed due to the extreme weather conditions from 2.30pm today. So now you have no excuse for not building a snowman.

I may be some time...

We feel like we're working in a snow globe today, which is not unpleasant, but going out to buy lunch will be a bit of an experience. I'll just pretend that I'm Captain Scott, it'll be fine. He did die though...

There are still piles of papers, books and boxes everywhere but it's ALL PERFECTLY UNDER CONTROL.

My old work's a dustbin

Do you know that horrifying stage in the middle of tidying up, when everything's lying on top of everything else and you wonder why you bothered starting?

Welcome to middle-of-closure-week archives!

On the plus side, no customers means that we can choose our own lunch-breaks and swap Loose Women for This Morning.

Marie celeste

No email working and no customers, as we are closed. It is a sad, lonely day for the archives... almost as sad as Eastenders *LIVE* (did he fall or jump by the way?)...

We are getting an awful lot done, however, so the absence of our beautiful customers is almost worth the pain. Shelves are being built, archives are being moved and thrilling preparations for Discovery Week are taking shape.

Apples and Pears

Tonight's television is possibly the most exciting event that could ever have been conceived: Eastenders LIVE!

Today in the library we shall be celebrating this truly momentous day by falling over, swearing and flicking our eyes at the CCTV cameras in a flustery panic.

In recognition of the fact that Soap Operas were originally intended as vehicles for soap commercials, we have posted a frankly quite disturbing advert from an 1890 edition of The Orcadian.

After tonight's show, you will probably feel quite downbeat and think that nothing else will match the visceral thrill that you have just experienced. Then, however, you shall remember that the library are hosting a live broadcast of Radio Orkney's the Bruck Show on Monday the 8th of March as part of Discovery Week. Phew.

Snow place like home

Let us hope that we are not greeted by similar scenes tomorrow. Look here.

These photographs were taken in the 1950s by Sandy Wylie, former Kirkwall Grammar School technician and local inventor.

W is for wasted youth

Naming capital cities. Times tables. The past participle. Burning peanuts and then weighing them. Naming cloud formations. Holding a netball for 3 seconds only, whilst travelling no more than 1 1/2 steps. Working out how many square tiles to put around an oval pool. Swimming whilst wearing pjamas.

All of the above are 'skills' that teachers assured us we would be using every day of our lives. However, apart from basic literacy and numeracy, the one school days task that a librarian or archivist uses more than any other is putting things into alphabetical order.

How completely unexpected. Of all the tedious exercises that we were given to complete, the lists of words that were provided every day from primaries 4-7 to alphabetise seemed like the biggest waste of time. Burning stuff was part of our leisure activities anyway and one day we just might own an oval pool. If retired and left with absolutely nothing else to do, joining a netball team might be an option and pub quizzes could account for the rest; but shuffling words around endlessly was the dark horse.

30 Years of hurt, never stopped me dreaming...

Every year, every single year Brit Awards! You promise to be amazing and then force us to writhe in embarrassment on our sofas whilst our toes curl and our ear drums bleed. Still, this time next year you will have tempted us anew and enraged us once more. See you then.

I think that I would rather travel back in time to watch the Kirkwall Amateur Dramatics Society production that is pictured above, however. It is not too different really; the man on the left is wearing about as much make up as The 2 Brides of Frankenstein and the dancing bloomers are as disconcerting as the 'singing' that seemed to be happening even when the performers' mouths were closed.

How Could I Forget A Day Dedicated To Cakes???!!

It is Shrove Tuesday as well of course. I wonder if John Mac's mum makes him a birthday cake out of a big pile of pancakes?

See below a recipe for 'Saucer Pancakes' taken from F. Marian McNeill's book 'Recipes From Scotland.' McNeill was included in our exhibition on Famous Orcadian Women.

Born in Holm in 1885 and educated in Glasgow, Florence Marian became a journalist and contributed to the Scottish National Dictionary. Her best known work is 'The Silver Bough', a 4 volume work on Scottish folklore. She was active in the Suffragette movement and wrote several books on cookery.

Saucer Pancakes

2 oz. Flour 2 eggs

11/2 oz. Butter 1/2 pint Milk

1 teaspoonful Castor Sugar Jam (Apricot or preference)

Sift the flour. Beat the eggs. Cream the butter and sugar, add the eggs, then the flour and milk alternately. Mix lightly, and pour into six buttered saucers. Bake in a hot oven for twenty minutes. Heat some jam. Turn out the pancakes, place some jam on half of each, and double up. Serve immediately.

You can NOT be serious!!!!!!!

Do not be like poor John McEnroe who, although it is his birthday today, is still FURIOUS that his planned trip to research the history of the clootie dumpling coincides with the Archives closure week.

Don't make the same mistake! If there is any pressing research to be done, make sure that you get in before the 22nd of February as we are closed to the public that whole week. Normal services will resume on the 1st of March and library services will be unaffected by the closure week.

Great smelly balls of fire...

We have just received a book; The Pseudo-Meteoric Events of The British Isles, from its author, James D. Robinson.

A couple of years ago, Mr Robinson got in touch asking if we knew anything about a supposed meteor falling in Copinsay in the 1670s. After much trawling of the archives, we eventually found a passage in James Wallace's Description of The Orkney Isles which was published in 1693:

"...some few years hence, some fishermen, fishing half a league from land, over against Copinsha, in a fair day, there fell down from the air a stone about the size of a football, which fell in the midst of the boat, and sprang a leak in it, to the great hazard of the lives of the men who were in it, which could be no other but some substance generated in the clouds. The stone was like condensed or petrified clay..."

This event sounds quite alarming until you read the terrifying entry for Widecombe in the moor. Here, the congregation of St Pancreas Church noticed the skies darkening so quickly and so completely, they could no longer read their hymn books. Suddenly, ball lightning entered the church through a window bringing with it a pungent smell described as 'brimstone.' The lightning proceeded to move about the church igniting hair, flesh and clothing and causing much distress. Lime and sand were torn from the walls and the pulpit was ripped asunder. One woman was so badly injured that she required an amputation and more than a few of the congregation died either after the event or during. Sir Richard Reynolds had "his scull rent into three pieces and his brains thrown entire backwards into the next seat behind him."

If you too enjoy reading about horrifying destruction caused by inexplicable natural phenomena, then this book shall be available to view once it has been suitably catalogued. Is there a Dewey decimal number for gory weather?

2 Hearts... 2 Hearts that beeeaaaat as one... Our Lives Have Just Be-gun...

Whether you are enjoying a romantic meal for two on the 14th of February or staying in alone to shake your fist at the world, the fact is, on Sunday, it is St Valentine's day.

Pictured above is a Valentine's card sent to Miss Jane Grieve of Elwick, Shapinsay in 1849. It seems to be anonymous and merely contains a pre-printed poem.

Image reference D1/696

Discovery Week 2010

'Good Lord', I hear you cry, 'what a brightly coloured, informative and well laid out leaflet that is! I do wonder what it's for?'

Well wonder no more. To the right, you can see a break down of all the events that have been planned for Discovery Week 2010. (Click on the image to enlarge.)

There will be food (Broth and Breid), there will be adventure (the Archive World Discovery Traill), there will be tea, biscuits, prizes, competitions, gentle mercy (Book Amnesty) and much, much more.

Our last Discovery Week occurred in 2008 and caused such frenzied and unbridled joy amongst the citizens of Orkney that we decided to make it a biennial celebration and provide a restful fallow year.

See you all on the 4-10th of March! Be there or be square!

Cheese?

This sombre bunch can be seen 'enjoying' the 1973 Orphir S.W.R.I. Hallowe'en party. It is fairly recent compared to most of our stuff so there must be somebody out there who can tell us if

something awful had just happened out of shot. Names are also good to have...