Each year, Americans observe Hispanic Heritage Month from September 15 to October 15, by celebrating the histories, cultures and contributions of Americans whose ancestors came from Spain, Mexico, the Caribbean and Central and South America. The observation started in 1968 as Hispanic Heritage Week under President Lyndon Johnson and was expanded by President Ronald Reagan in 1988 to cover a month long period starting on September 15 and ending on October 15.
The day of September 15 is significant because it is the anniversary of independence for Latin American countries Costa Rica, El Salvador, Guatemala, Honduras and Nicaragua. In addition, Mexico and Chile celebrate their independence days on September 16 and September 18, respectively.
Check out these books from Cheshire Library that celebrate Hispanic culture and authors!
For Adults:

- The Long Petal of the Sea by Isabel Allende
- Fruit of the Drunken Tree by Ingrid Rojas Contreras
- Love in the Time of Cholera by Gabriel García Márquez
- The Book of Lost Saints by Daniel José Older
- Gods of Jade and Shadow by Silvia Moreno-Garcia
- The Brief and Wondrous Life Oscar Wao by Junot Diaz
- Bless Me, Ultima by Rudolfo Anaya
- Cantoras by Carolina De Robertis
- Ordinary Girls by Jaquira Díaz
- Reputations by Juan Gabriel Vasquez
- Like Water for Chocolate by Laura Esquivel
- The Line Becomes a River by Francisco Cantú
- Yo! by Julia Alvarez
- Children of the Land by Marcelo Hernandez Castillo
For Teens:

- We Set the Dark Fire by Tehlor Kay Mejia
- With the Fire on High by Elizabeth Acevedo
- Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe by Benjamin Alire Sáenz
- Yaqui Delgado Wants to Kick Your Ass by Meg Medina
- I am Not Your Perfect Mexican Daughter by Erika L. Sanchez
- Gabi, a Girl in Pieces by Isabel Quintero
- The House on Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros
- The Poet X by Elizabeth Acevedo
For Kids:

- My Papi Has a Motorcycle by Isabel Quintero
- Mango, Abuela, and Me by Meg Medina
- Turning Pages: My Life Story by Sonia Sotomayor
- Esperanza Rising by Pam Muñoz Ryan
- How Tia Lola Learned to Teach by Julia Alvarez
- Each Tiny Spark by Pablo Cartaya
- Book Fiesta! by Pat Mora
- Carmela Full of Wishes by Matt de la Peña
- Heat by Mike Lupica


When a new dog-proof garbage can arrived in a box larger than my three year old, it became her favorite toy of the month, and for one of the weeks we turned it into a pirate ship. Anything that keeps a bored three year old busy for a week deserves to be bronzed. We hung a garden flag from a broom handle for a sail, used a brass fastener to make a spinning wheel, dug out costumes from the older kids, watched a lot of preschool pirate videos and read a lot of pirate books. I drew a simple outline map of our living room and taught her to read maps by placing candy in various places as treasure, and marking X on the map. By the third candy, she was proficient on her own. Then we built our finale.
Using balloons, some Cheshire Herald strips, and a little watered down Elmer’s Glue, we made some cannon balls, and then painted them the next day. Then we built our cannon. The cannon balls were about 5 ½ inches, too big for a standard paper tube. But they worked just perfectly for a paint can! So we scavanged a paint can from the garage, which, thankfully, had only an inch of dried paint in the bottom. And these new-fangled plastic paint cans? The paint doesn’t stick! A few taps and peels, and all that dead paint came falling
right out. A quick rinse, and we were good. I cut the bottom off with my Ginsu knife (a product that has lived up to every claim ever made on it – thirty years later it still cuts fences AND tomatoes, and plastic paint cans). I strung a piece of waistband elastic across the hole, held tight by Gorilla Tape, and we had our cannon. It was tricky getting the right angle, but pull the elastic back far enough with the cannon ball sitting on it, and we could get the ball to shoot four or five feet, which is plenty inside a house.











Book lover, bookworm, bookhound, bibliophile, reader, no matter how you phrase it, that’s me. I read every spare moment I can scrounge, and I’ll read pretty much anything – the back of cereal boxes will do if there’s nothing else available. It makes me happy to spread a love of reading- I drop breadcrumbs connecting books and readers everywhere I go. I do this for my job as a librarian, of course, but it goes further than that for me- my whole life is enriched by books and reading. I live a bookish life, and I highly recommend it. Interested? Here’s how I do it:












Support Through Meditation – Weekly Zoom Event
Digital Photo Organizing
Simplifying the Financial Aid Process
Virtual Books Over Coffee: Next Year in Havana
Kids Cook Dinner: Southwest Quesadillas (Ages 7-14)
Murder by the Book Mystery Book Club: The Seven-Per-Cent Solution
Art Book Discussion: Strapless
Late last summer I visited the
I read books and looked at websites about creating pollinator gardens and sketched out a plan for an irregularly shaped garden about 50 feet long and between 12 and 20 feet wide. There was an existing spruce and 2 shrubs from an earlier planting scheme. And I wanted to incorporate a number of plants from another garden. A 50-foot garden may sound large
but it wasn’t nearly big enough for the dozens of plants that I wanted to include. I made list after list. And then crossed out most of the plants on the lists until I had a workable plan. At this point, it was late April and time to get busy.
that turned out to have been a town dumping ground for road sand and hunks of old macadam from long–ago repaving projects. We had to remove the sand and junk from the planting area for each shrub or perennial (there were dozens) and replace it with decent topsoil. This was hard work! Luckily for me (though not for him), my 28-year-old son was stuck at home and was willing to help. He did mo
st of the heavy excavating and moving of soil, alI I had to do was plant, mulch, weed and water. Months later, my garden is taking shape. It has been full of bees in all shapes and sizes as well as butterflies. As I write this, a flock of goldfinches is busy pulling the seeds out of the fading liatris and coneflowers. And I am busy thinking about how to improve the bloom sequence and plant variety in the garden. As any gardener knows, a garden is never completed.







