For the past six years now the Eric Carle Museum has hosted an annual event in New York City where authors, illustrators, editors, and more have met and mingled with the chance of bidding on great works of art, honored folks in the field, and generally supported the museum and all it entails. And for at least five of those years I have had the pleasure of attending in 2007 (here and here), 2008, 2009, 2010, and now I have a 2011 notch on my bedpost as well (so to speak). Each year came with its own memories too. In 2007 I watched the wife of Mo Willems goose her husband (who had to take the freight elevator up to the event because he was wearing jeans) to show how the new Don’t Let the Pigeon Drive the Bus stuffed animal would work if you wanted to make it speak. In 2008 I stumbled into a vast room that was filled from wall to wall with desserts, akin to a Room of Requirement (though I was searching for the loo at the time). Upon returning to my table I watched Tony DiTerlizzi (or was it Mo Willems again?) lob spitballs at the adjoining table. 2009 consisted of the Very Hungry Caterpillar cake . . . a cake that returns in my dreams sometimes urging me to eat it (adjust its book to read “And she wasn’t a little librarian anymore. She was a big fat librarian!). And of course in 2010 I had just returned from a lovely jaunt to Chicago’s SCBWI chapter to discover that I was pregnant. Immediately after this discovery I ran over to the Carle Honors where I spent the entire time drinking loads of water, staring morosely at the glasses of wine going around.
Which brings us up to speed. Here we are in 2011 and things have changed a little. I’m less intimidated by the big names. I know a nifty spot near this year’s event space (the restaurant Guastavino’s) where I could change from comfy shoes to high heeled bits of painful ridiculousness. I’m no longer pregnant. And . . .
Okay, so I lied to you just now. Fact of the matter is that I’m still intimidated by the big names. Take Lois Ehlert. She was amongst the various folks being honored alongside Karen Nelson Hoyle, Jeanne Steig and Michael di Capua. If her name rings no bells then surely old Chicka Chicka Boom Boom does. She created the art for that one, amongst her many other titles. So when it was suggested that I hop on over and give her a howdy, I clung to my security blanket/best buddy Lori Ess of Scholastic Book Group and made my way over. And yes, I was terrified.
Cleverly checking my bag that evening I managed to also check my camera, so it is to Leah Goodman that I thank for many of the images shown in t
What an amazing event! I’m still flabbergasted that Eric Carle never won a Caldecott!
Ah, New York, New York you have all the fun. Steven Kellogg’s work is amazing and beloved by many generations. Let’s all wish him Happy Birthday on October 26!
Don’t be too nervous about Anita, she is very kind and welcoming! My first school library job was in Westwood where she lives. After serving on an award committee one year she invited all of the school librarians to her house to go through the books to add to our library collections, chatting with us as we rifled through the boxes. Wish I was still living on the east coast and could come to the presentation!
I’m not afraid of seeing Anita, just of keeping up with her. She’s one of those speakers who can produce brilliant bon mots on a moments notice. I, in contrast, stumble bumble through even the most common everyday interactions.