<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="yes"?><oembed><version><![CDATA[1.0]]></version><provider_name><![CDATA[the feminist librarian]]></provider_name><provider_url><![CDATA[http://thefeministlibrarian.com]]></provider_url><author_name><![CDATA[Anna Clutterbuck-Cook]]></author_name><author_url><![CDATA[https://thefeministlibrarian.com/author/feministlib/]]></author_url><title><![CDATA[changes afoot in jobland (part one): ms. assistant reference&nbsp;librarian]]></title><type><![CDATA[link]]></type><html><![CDATA[<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float:left;margin-right:1em;text-align:left;">
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<td class="tr-caption" style="text-align:center;">Anna on her first day as a volunteer<br />circa Fall 1993</td>
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<p>Long ago, when I was twelve &#8212; almost eighteen years to be exact! &#8212; I became the youngest volunteer docent (tour guide) at my hometown&#8217;s <a href="http://www.hollandmuseum.org/capponandsettlers.asp">Cappon House Museum</a>. </p>
<p>Yes, braces, bangs and all.</p>
<p>The Cappon House is the historic home of Holland, Michigan&#8217;s first mayor, Isaac Cappon, his first and second wives, and their sixteen children (when I was twelve I loved the bit about the children; today I still do, though for slightly different reasons &#8212; lessons in birth control anyone??).  Over the next few years I gave countless tours to senior citizens groups, schoolchildren, and tourists, eventually expanding my responsibilities to include duties at the Holland Museum as well.  By my mid teens I was torn between the childhood desire to become a bookshop owner and novelist or my newfound passion for the field of museum studies and history.</p>
<p>Luckily, I&#8217;ve found a way to combine these vocational yearnings of mine: reference librarianship in the world of rare books and manuscript collections.  Most of you are aware that since shortly after moving to Boston in August of 2007 I have worked as part of the Library Reader Services Staff of the <a href="http://www.masshist.org/">Massachusetts Historical Society</a>, an independent research library and (our docents like to inform our visitors) the oldest historical society in the Western Hemisphere, founded in 1791.</p>
<p>For the past three years I&#8217;ve worked part-time as a Library Assistant, though my pre-professional status has hardly kept my colleagues from embracing me as part of the team.They&#8217;ve been a wonderful group of folks to work with and have contributed to my education as a library student and historian as much as, if not more than, my formal studies. </p>
<p>As of January 1st, the departure of one of those colleagues for a new position at <a href="http://librarything.com/">LibraryThing.com</a><span class="gI"></span> is leaving a full-time Assistant Reference Librarian position open which I have been invited to fill. I&#8217;m excited to be taking on new responsibilities as well as (hopefully) finding a bit of time to continue developing my knowledge of the collections through the lens of my own particular scholarly interests &#8212; watch for a new &#8220;object of the month&#8221; post in February on the intersection of antifeminism, the red scare, and religion during the 1920s.</p>
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<td class="tr-caption" style="text-align:center;">Anna and sister Maggie<br />circa Spring 1995</td>
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<p>Running the risk of sounding like Brian Hawkins in <i>Tales of the City</i> (&#8220;Ring a bell and I&#8217;ll feel guilty for weeks!&#8221;), unexpectedly finding myself offered full-time employment in this economy &#8212; when I&#8217;d been steeling myself for a long, grueling job search this coming year &#8212; leaves me with complicated feelings.  I&#8217;m relieved about the financial security, obviously, and excited about the work I&#8217;ll be doing. At the same time, I&#8217;m acutely aware that many folks with similar resumes and educational background are not in such a privileged position, including many of my fellow graduates from the History/Archives program at Simmons. And I&#8217;m not comfortable assuming or accepting that the opportunity I&#8217;ve been offered is somehow a one-to-one correlation with my personal accomplishments and abilities. Not that I believe I&#8217;m unqualified for the job &#8212; I just know many people who are qualified for useful and interesting work are struggling to find it. So look for a &#8220;part two&#8221; to this blog post in the near future, with some musings about what it means (to me) to be hired during a recession.</p>
<p>In the meantime, long live librarians: the recognized and the unrecognized, the well-rewarded and the under- or unemployed. I am proud to count myself among your number.</p>
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