Remembering Allyson Carlye’s lifelong work as a cataloger through her 2010 appearance in the iSchool’s “Librarians Do Gaga” video.
39 entries.
wrote on September 28, 2020
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4:00 pm
As Long As I Can See The Light
(by John Fogerty, lyrics adapted)
Put a candle in the window,
'cause it’s hard to let you go.
Though you’re gone, gone, we’ll be hanging on,
As long as we can see your light.
Packed your bags oh way too early.
Al-ly-son – we miss you so.
But we’ll keep on on, and sing your song,
‘cause Allyson, we feel your light.
Guess you had that old travelling bone,
but your teachings won't leave us alone.
So we won’t won't, won't lose our way, oh no,
Long as we can hear your light.
Put a candle in the window,
'cause it’s hard to let you go.
Though you’re gone, gone, we’ll be hanging on,
As long as we can see your light.
Thanks, Allyson, we’ll be the light.
(by John Fogerty, lyrics adapted)
Put a candle in the window,
'cause it’s hard to let you go.
Though you’re gone, gone, we’ll be hanging on,
As long as we can see your light.
Packed your bags oh way too early.
Al-ly-son – we miss you so.
But we’ll keep on on, and sing your song,
‘cause Allyson, we feel your light.
Guess you had that old travelling bone,
but your teachings won't leave us alone.
So we won’t won't, won't lose our way, oh no,
Long as we can hear your light.
Put a candle in the window,
'cause it’s hard to let you go.
Though you’re gone, gone, we’ll be hanging on,
As long as we can see your light.
Thanks, Allyson, we’ll be the light.
wrote on September 24, 2020
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6:09 pm
One of the first words that comes to mind when I think of our dear friend Allyson is loyalty. She personified it. I loved that about her. Once you became a friend of Allyson’s you were a friend for life. I can attest to that because she and I met in sixth grade and were friends ever after. In our adult lives we met infrequently since we lived far apart but it always felt as if no time at all had passed whenever we got together.
I admired Allyson’s great success in her chosen field and it has been wonderful reading how many people were helped and changed by having her as a colleague and mentor. In earlier days I remember her often talking about her own academic advisor, Elaine, who was there for her all during the long process of acquiring her PhD. Allyson obviously became just such a strong mentor to her own students. She brought her warmth and generosity to every strand of her life and career. Her devotion to her students and colleagues, many of whom became friends, and her keen intelligence and integrity were always evident.
Allyson built a stellar career but carved out time for other interests beside, and she was the most fun to do things with! I remember when my husband and I visited her when she was living in LA and frantically busy with her job and her studies. She still found time, in the week we spent staying with her, to take us to three plays! She loved city life, the theatre, music, long hikes, interesting restaurants, and our times with her in LA, New York, and Seattle are such a pleasure to recall.
I think of Allyson as a seeker, too. I admired her faith and her patience. And I feel as though her loving, vivid presence will always be with us.
I admired Allyson’s great success in her chosen field and it has been wonderful reading how many people were helped and changed by having her as a colleague and mentor. In earlier days I remember her often talking about her own academic advisor, Elaine, who was there for her all during the long process of acquiring her PhD. Allyson obviously became just such a strong mentor to her own students. She brought her warmth and generosity to every strand of her life and career. Her devotion to her students and colleagues, many of whom became friends, and her keen intelligence and integrity were always evident.
Allyson built a stellar career but carved out time for other interests beside, and she was the most fun to do things with! I remember when my husband and I visited her when she was living in LA and frantically busy with her job and her studies. She still found time, in the week we spent staying with her, to take us to three plays! She loved city life, the theatre, music, long hikes, interesting restaurants, and our times with her in LA, New York, and Seattle are such a pleasure to recall.
I think of Allyson as a seeker, too. I admired her faith and her patience. And I feel as though her loving, vivid presence will always be with us.
wrote on September 19, 2020
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5:23 pm
I have so many memories of Allyson from my time at UW iSchool and many ALA Conferences after I graduated. She was one of the best professors and she made you feel welcome, accepted, and valued. In her History and Foundations of Libraries course she allowed me to present on living libraries (my grandparents) elders in the community and the Ira Hayes Memorial Library. She welcomed my culture and family into libraries. I appreciated her so much. I am so thankful for those days at the iSchool. She was a joy and delight to have as a professor. She made learning fun and memorable. I remember my graduation day and I decided to go to the campus graduation at Husky stadium. Allyson and Cheryl Metoyer were there carrying the ischool banner and it was the best graduation day. I am so thankful to have known Allyson. I am thankful for her kindness, generosity, and love that she shared with everyone.
wrote on September 18, 2020
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12:45 pm
It’s the day after Allyson’s beautiful memorial service. I dreamed about Allyson last night, and I’m thinking about her today, wishing I had been brave enough to speak up to honor her during the memorial.
I was high school friends with Allyson in Missoula, Montana and probably had met her in elementary school through our good friend Terri who was her classmate. Allyson and I kept in touch through letters and her return visits home during our undergrad years, and through letters and exchanged cassette tapes (those have got to be somewhere in my basement!) during her Peace Corps years. In our adult/career years we lived half a continent apart. We still had occasional visits (mostly Allyson visiting me although I did see her first house in Seattle) and infrequent letters. So I really didn’t know her in her professional life.
In reading through the tributes here and listening yesterday, I heard about many of Allyson’s attributes that I also experienced and recognized including her fierce devotion to friends, advocacy for minorities, and her impulse to be a caretaker. One thing that wasn’t mentioned is that Allyson knew how to be a good guest. She told me this had been taught to her by a family she was close to in her College of Idaho years. (I hope someone out there recognizes themselves!) During her last visit to my home, Allyson changed a light bulb, insisted on taking me out to breakfast plus paying the parking meter, and put clean sheets on the bed before she left.
Another thing others mentioned was a surprise to me. Allyson was a wonderful cook. So I thought I would share a memory involving cooking. For some reason I can’t recall, Allyson was over at my house (we were high schoolers) and she was going to teach me how to make spaghetti because it was the only thing she knew how to make. I didn’t know how to make it because my household was of the convenience foods era - Tang, instant mashed potatoes, Shake ’n Bake chicken. Spaghetti as I knew it came in a Chef Boyardee box. The only thing I can remember from Allyson’s instruction was that spaghetti needs lots of spices. “Just look in your cupboard, see what you have, and put it in.” “Celery salt?”, I asked. “Yeah - put it in,” she replied.
For some reason, Allyson and I hardly ever spoke on the phone. But out of the blue, she called me for my birthday this year in early March. I actually had to call her back several days later since we didn’t connect at first. I caught her out doing errands, getting cat food. She was a bit stressed, and spoke of trying to keep COVID out of her household which included those who were vulnerable. I’m grateful for that last conversation, before her diagnosis.
My friend Terri introduced me to Allyson and it was Terri who called to tell me she had died. I’d had a plan, never shared, that when we were all fully retired the three of us high school friends would begin a regular series of get togethers. There was no real reason that this had to wait for retirement. So it is a reminder for me that memories should be made when there is the opportunity. I think Allyson did that and lived very fully. I will miss her.
It's the day It’s the day after Allyson’s beautiful memorial service. I dreamed about Allyson last night, and I’m thinking about her today, wishing I had been brave enough to speak up to honor her during the memorial.
I was high school friends with Allyson in Missoula, Montana and probably had met her in elementary school through our good friend Terri who was her classmate. Allyson and I kept in touch through letters and her return visits home during our undergrad years, and through letters and exchanged cassette tapes (those have got to be somewhere in my basement!) during her Peace Corps years. In our adult/career years we lived half a continent apart (I’m now in Ann Arbor, Michigan.) We still had occasional visits (mostly Allyson visiting me although I did see her first house in Seattle) and infrequent letters. So I really didn’t know her in her professional life.
In reading through the tributes here and listening yesterday, I heard about many of Allyson’s attributes that I also recognized including her fierce devotion to friends, advocacy for minorities, and her impulse to be a caretaker. One thing that wasn’t mentioned is that Allyson knew how to be a good guest. She told me this had been taught to her by a family she was close to in her College of Idaho years. (I hope someone out there recognizes themselves!) During her last visit to my home, Allyson changed a light bulb, insisted on taking me out to breakfast plus paying the parking meter, and put clean sheets on the bed before she left.
Another thing others mentioned was a surprise to me. Allyson was a wonderful cook. So I thought I would share a memory involving cooking. For some reason I can’t recall, Allyson was over at my house (we were high schoolers) and she was going to teach me how to make spaghetti because it was the only thing she knew how to make. I didn’t know how to make it because my household was of the convenience foods era - Tang, instant mashed potatoes, Shake ’n Bake chicken. Spaghetti as I knew it came in a Chef Boyardee box. The only thing I can remember from Allyson’s instruction was that spaghetti needs lots of spices. “Just look in your cupboard, see what you have, and put it in.” “Celery salt?”, I asked. “Yeah - put it in,” she replied.
For some reason, Allyson and I hardly ever spoke on the phone. But out of the blue, she called me for my birthday this year in early March. I actually had to call her back several days later since we didn’t connect at first. I caught her out doing errands, getting cat food. She was a bit stressed, and spoke of trying to keep COVID out of her household which included those who were vulnerable. I’m grateful for that last conversation, before her diagnosis.
My friend Terri introduced me to Allyson and it was Terri who called to tell me she had died. I’d had a plan, never shared, that when we were all fully retired the three of us high school friends would begin a regular series of get togethers. There was no real reason that this had to wait for retirement. So it is a reminder for me that memories should be made whenever there is the opportunity. I think Allyson did that and lived very fully. I will miss her.
It's the day after Allyson's beautiful memorial service. I dreamed about Allyson last night, and I'm thinking about her today, wishing I had been brave enough to speak to honor her during the memorial.
I was high school friends with Allyson in Missoula, Montana and probably had met her in elementary school through our good friend Terri who was her classmate. Allyson and I kept in touch through letters and her return visits home during our undergrad years, ad through letters abad exchanged cassette tapes (those have got to be somewhere in my basement!) during her Peace Corps years. In our adult/career years we lived half a continent apart. We still had occasional visits (mostly Allyson visiting me although I did see her first house in Seattle) and infrequent letters. So I really didn't know her in her professional life.
In through the tributes here and listening yesterday, I heard about many of Allyson's attributes that a I also recognized including her fierce devotion to friends, advocacy for minorities, and her impulse to be a caretaker. One thing that wasn't mentioned is that Allyson knew how to be a good guest. She told me this had been taught her by a family she was close to in her College of Idaho years. (I hope someone out there recognizes themselves!) During her last visit to my home, Allyson changed a light bulb, insisted on taking me out to breakfast plus paying the parking meter, and put clean sheets on the bed before she left.
Another thing others mentioned was a surprise to me. Allyson was a wonderful cook. So I thought I would share a memory involving cooking. For some reason I can't recall, Allyson was over at my house (we were high schoolers) and she was going to teach me how to make spaghetti because it was the only thing she knew how to make. I didn't know how to make it because my household was of the convenience foods era - Tang, instant mashed potatoes, Shake'n Bake chicken. Spaghetti as I knew it came in a Chef Boyardee box. The only thing I can remember from Allyson's instruction was that spaghetti needs lots of spices. "Just look in your cupboard, see what you have, and put it in." "Celery salt?", I asked. "Yeah - put it in," she replied.
For some reason, Allyson and I hardly ever spoke on the phone. But out of the blue, she called me for my birthday this year in early March. I actually had to call her back several days later since we didn't connect at first. I caught her out doing errands, buying cat food. She was a bit stressed, and spoke of trying to keep COVID out of her household which included those who were vulnerable. I'm grateful for that last conversation, before her diagnosis.
My friend Terri introduced me to Allyson Aad it was Terri who called to tell me she had died. I'd had a lean, never shared, that when we were all fully retired the three of us high school friends would begin a regular series of get togethers. There was no real reason that this had to wait for retirement. So it is a reminder for me to make memories when there is the opportunity. I think Allyson did that and lived very fully. I will miss her.
I was high school friends with Allyson in Missoula, Montana and probably had met her in elementary school through our good friend Terri who was her classmate. Allyson and I kept in touch through letters and her return visits home during our undergrad years, and through letters and exchanged cassette tapes (those have got to be somewhere in my basement!) during her Peace Corps years. In our adult/career years we lived half a continent apart. We still had occasional visits (mostly Allyson visiting me although I did see her first house in Seattle) and infrequent letters. So I really didn’t know her in her professional life.
In reading through the tributes here and listening yesterday, I heard about many of Allyson’s attributes that I also experienced and recognized including her fierce devotion to friends, advocacy for minorities, and her impulse to be a caretaker. One thing that wasn’t mentioned is that Allyson knew how to be a good guest. She told me this had been taught to her by a family she was close to in her College of Idaho years. (I hope someone out there recognizes themselves!) During her last visit to my home, Allyson changed a light bulb, insisted on taking me out to breakfast plus paying the parking meter, and put clean sheets on the bed before she left.
Another thing others mentioned was a surprise to me. Allyson was a wonderful cook. So I thought I would share a memory involving cooking. For some reason I can’t recall, Allyson was over at my house (we were high schoolers) and she was going to teach me how to make spaghetti because it was the only thing she knew how to make. I didn’t know how to make it because my household was of the convenience foods era - Tang, instant mashed potatoes, Shake ’n Bake chicken. Spaghetti as I knew it came in a Chef Boyardee box. The only thing I can remember from Allyson’s instruction was that spaghetti needs lots of spices. “Just look in your cupboard, see what you have, and put it in.” “Celery salt?”, I asked. “Yeah - put it in,” she replied.
For some reason, Allyson and I hardly ever spoke on the phone. But out of the blue, she called me for my birthday this year in early March. I actually had to call her back several days later since we didn’t connect at first. I caught her out doing errands, getting cat food. She was a bit stressed, and spoke of trying to keep COVID out of her household which included those who were vulnerable. I’m grateful for that last conversation, before her diagnosis.
My friend Terri introduced me to Allyson and it was Terri who called to tell me she had died. I’d had a plan, never shared, that when we were all fully retired the three of us high school friends would begin a regular series of get togethers. There was no real reason that this had to wait for retirement. So it is a reminder for me that memories should be made when there is the opportunity. I think Allyson did that and lived very fully. I will miss her.
It's the day It’s the day after Allyson’s beautiful memorial service. I dreamed about Allyson last night, and I’m thinking about her today, wishing I had been brave enough to speak up to honor her during the memorial.
I was high school friends with Allyson in Missoula, Montana and probably had met her in elementary school through our good friend Terri who was her classmate. Allyson and I kept in touch through letters and her return visits home during our undergrad years, and through letters and exchanged cassette tapes (those have got to be somewhere in my basement!) during her Peace Corps years. In our adult/career years we lived half a continent apart (I’m now in Ann Arbor, Michigan.) We still had occasional visits (mostly Allyson visiting me although I did see her first house in Seattle) and infrequent letters. So I really didn’t know her in her professional life.
In reading through the tributes here and listening yesterday, I heard about many of Allyson’s attributes that I also recognized including her fierce devotion to friends, advocacy for minorities, and her impulse to be a caretaker. One thing that wasn’t mentioned is that Allyson knew how to be a good guest. She told me this had been taught to her by a family she was close to in her College of Idaho years. (I hope someone out there recognizes themselves!) During her last visit to my home, Allyson changed a light bulb, insisted on taking me out to breakfast plus paying the parking meter, and put clean sheets on the bed before she left.
Another thing others mentioned was a surprise to me. Allyson was a wonderful cook. So I thought I would share a memory involving cooking. For some reason I can’t recall, Allyson was over at my house (we were high schoolers) and she was going to teach me how to make spaghetti because it was the only thing she knew how to make. I didn’t know how to make it because my household was of the convenience foods era - Tang, instant mashed potatoes, Shake ’n Bake chicken. Spaghetti as I knew it came in a Chef Boyardee box. The only thing I can remember from Allyson’s instruction was that spaghetti needs lots of spices. “Just look in your cupboard, see what you have, and put it in.” “Celery salt?”, I asked. “Yeah - put it in,” she replied.
For some reason, Allyson and I hardly ever spoke on the phone. But out of the blue, she called me for my birthday this year in early March. I actually had to call her back several days later since we didn’t connect at first. I caught her out doing errands, getting cat food. She was a bit stressed, and spoke of trying to keep COVID out of her household which included those who were vulnerable. I’m grateful for that last conversation, before her diagnosis.
My friend Terri introduced me to Allyson and it was Terri who called to tell me she had died. I’d had a plan, never shared, that when we were all fully retired the three of us high school friends would begin a regular series of get togethers. There was no real reason that this had to wait for retirement. So it is a reminder for me that memories should be made whenever there is the opportunity. I think Allyson did that and lived very fully. I will miss her.
It's the day after Allyson's beautiful memorial service. I dreamed about Allyson last night, and I'm thinking about her today, wishing I had been brave enough to speak to honor her during the memorial.
I was high school friends with Allyson in Missoula, Montana and probably had met her in elementary school through our good friend Terri who was her classmate. Allyson and I kept in touch through letters and her return visits home during our undergrad years, ad through letters abad exchanged cassette tapes (those have got to be somewhere in my basement!) during her Peace Corps years. In our adult/career years we lived half a continent apart. We still had occasional visits (mostly Allyson visiting me although I did see her first house in Seattle) and infrequent letters. So I really didn't know her in her professional life.
In through the tributes here and listening yesterday, I heard about many of Allyson's attributes that a I also recognized including her fierce devotion to friends, advocacy for minorities, and her impulse to be a caretaker. One thing that wasn't mentioned is that Allyson knew how to be a good guest. She told me this had been taught her by a family she was close to in her College of Idaho years. (I hope someone out there recognizes themselves!) During her last visit to my home, Allyson changed a light bulb, insisted on taking me out to breakfast plus paying the parking meter, and put clean sheets on the bed before she left.
Another thing others mentioned was a surprise to me. Allyson was a wonderful cook. So I thought I would share a memory involving cooking. For some reason I can't recall, Allyson was over at my house (we were high schoolers) and she was going to teach me how to make spaghetti because it was the only thing she knew how to make. I didn't know how to make it because my household was of the convenience foods era - Tang, instant mashed potatoes, Shake'n Bake chicken. Spaghetti as I knew it came in a Chef Boyardee box. The only thing I can remember from Allyson's instruction was that spaghetti needs lots of spices. "Just look in your cupboard, see what you have, and put it in." "Celery salt?", I asked. "Yeah - put it in," she replied.
For some reason, Allyson and I hardly ever spoke on the phone. But out of the blue, she called me for my birthday this year in early March. I actually had to call her back several days later since we didn't connect at first. I caught her out doing errands, buying cat food. She was a bit stressed, and spoke of trying to keep COVID out of her household which included those who were vulnerable. I'm grateful for that last conversation, before her diagnosis.
My friend Terri introduced me to Allyson Aad it was Terri who called to tell me she had died. I'd had a lean, never shared, that when we were all fully retired the three of us high school friends would begin a regular series of get togethers. There was no real reason that this had to wait for retirement. So it is a reminder for me to make memories when there is the opportunity. I think Allyson did that and lived very fully. I will miss her.
wrote on September 18, 2020
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3:51 am
I remember how generous Allyson was with her time when I was a new assistant professor at the iSchool in 2012. Early on in the fall quarter, she invited me to lunch and shared the iSchool's history and evolution with me (and gave me the very good tip that I could trade my large home garbage container in for a smaller one!). Allyson also peer reviewed my first class that same fall. I appreciate now that she approached that peer review with the same care, thoroughness, and genuine desire to help that she brought to all interactions with her colleagues and students. Thank you, Allyson. I will miss you.
wrote on September 17, 2020
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5:21 pm
I will always remember and appreciate Allyson's support through my PhD program and beyond. I wish I could remember all of the words of advice she gave me as I sat in her office or talked on the phone. She asked brilliant questions and pushed me as a scholar to think deeper about libraries. One of the last times I saw her in person, she reminded me of one of my original research questions, and she encouraged me to keep thinking and writing about it. I can only hope that I can be as supportive as she was with me and so many others in her world. She is missed.
wrote on September 17, 2020
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4:22 pm
Moving across the country in the late 1990s to attend the MLIS program at UW, Allyson welcomed me into the program and made me feel right at home in the Pacific Northwest. I had the great honor of taking several cataloguing classes with her, being her RA, and co-authoring an article with her. Her passion for cataloguing was so contagious, and although I hadn't considered cataloguing as a career when I began the program, it became a keen interest--thanks to Allyson. It has been an important (and one of the most enjoyable) parts of my job for the last 20 years. We ran into each other three years ago at a community event and she was as warm and friendly as ever and showed great interest in my library career. I am grateful for her mentorship and friendship.
wrote on September 17, 2020
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4:16 pm
Thank you for arranging the memorial today.
Allyson’s passage is a great loss. Allyson was one of the best teachers I ever had, a. She was my dissertation advisor. it was really lucky to have her my advisor. I learned so much from her as a student and a faculty now. She was passionate about teaching, advising, and library. Every teacher's day in Korea remind me of her. and I sent her to email to thank you. She got back to me with sincere message. This Spring I was planning to visit her. but I missed the last chance because of covid19. I still very miss her. and will remember her. I deeply grieve her passing. God bless you Allyson.
Allyson’s passage is a great loss. Allyson was one of the best teachers I ever had, a. She was my dissertation advisor. it was really lucky to have her my advisor. I learned so much from her as a student and a faculty now. She was passionate about teaching, advising, and library. Every teacher's day in Korea remind me of her. and I sent her to email to thank you. She got back to me with sincere message. This Spring I was planning to visit her. but I missed the last chance because of covid19. I still very miss her. and will remember her. I deeply grieve her passing. God bless you Allyson.
wrote on September 17, 2020
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4:13 pm
I miss you very much, Allyson. Every day I try to be the person you trusted me to be. Thank you for everything.
wrote on September 17, 2020
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8:48 am
Allyson was my good friend. We met in 1999 during the UW’s Bus Tour around the State. We hit it off immediately and stuck together chatting away during the entire five days of the Tour. Being on different campuses (she in Seattle and me at Bothell) and with the work loads we both had, made it difficult to talk as much. Yet, when my wife Cate joined a new Buddhist Sangha, I joined with her; my first event with this group was a trip to Long Beach California to join the crowd to see the Dalai Lama. When we checked into the hotel, guess who was in the lobby? Allyson! The Dalai Lama became unimportant compared to seeing Allyson. We would see each other regularly after that. She possessed the spirit of a Bodhisattva who helped everyone she could reach. In her last few days on earth, she reached out to us many times. It was so difficult - even impossible - to accept her death. Though we knew she was at piece. For 49 lovely days, we joined our Sangha to recite the King of Prayers to help smooth her passing and increase our inspiration. We had love for Allyson Carlyle!
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wrote on September 16, 2020
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2:31 pm
Allyson was a joy to have in our Buddhist community. Her presence was a constant blessing over the years. In class, the questions she raised relating to the 2500-year-old teachings of the Buddha would often surprise me and stimulate much discussion between us all. She held unique perspectives that we all benefited from. One day, I arrived at the Gompa (Mediation Hall) early, it had been a challenging day for me, when out of nowhere Allyson appears and says, “I was hoping to see you! I’ve been wanting to give this sculpture of Avalokitesvara (the great Buddha of Compassion) away and knew you would appreciate it.” Her act of generosity and her joy in that moment cosmically transformed my day and days that followed. Allyson’s active colorful presence, wisdom, generosity, compassion…her ocean of good qualities are missed. However, the way she shared her life continues to be inspiring.
wrote on September 16, 2020
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2:19 pm
What a patient, kind, and generous instructor Allyson was! I’m lucky to have been in her classes during my time at the iSchool. Only just learned of her passing today. My deepest condolences to all who knew and loved her.
wrote on September 15, 2020
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2:38 pm
Allyson is my first cousin. Her mother and my father were siblings. We don't have a large family. There were only 10 first cousins on my father's side. It's probably more than 10 years ago that Allyson visited Wisconsin. She used my home as her base and visited as many members of our family that were in our vicinity. She reciprocated seven years ago when three of us flew out to Seattle for four days where she graciously hosted us in true Allyson fashion. This past winter, she and I had several conversations, so this came as a great surprise to me, as well as many others, to learn of her death. I will miss her...she was such a good, caring person. But if you knew her, you already recognize that.
wrote on September 15, 2020
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1:44 pm
I am a cousin to Allyson. Allyson's mother and my mother were sisters. Allyson's mother was the youngest of four children born to Robert and Harriet Schroeder in Antigo, Wisconsin. Allyson and her family left Wisconsin fairly early in Allyson's life and moved to Montana. So we did not see a lot of her growing up. Our family did make a couple of trips to Montana when Allyson was a teenager. We also held a family reunion a number of years ago. My sister Cindy and my cousin Kay are so fortunate to have visited Allyson seven years ago in Seattle. It was a great trip and she so graciously took us to all of the tourist places, Pikes market, the Space Needle, the Wharf. She was a wonderful cook and every night we enjoyed dinner and wine on the terrace. We especially enjoyed the fresh salmon she prepared one night. Words do not adequately describe how saddened we all are about Allyson's passing. It was so sudden and it is always difficult to lose a truly good person. God's blessings to her university family and to my cousin Bobby and Aunt Virginia.
wrote on August 15, 2020
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12:16 pm
My dad's sister Allyson was the kindest woman I ever met. She was a friend to all who met her. Since the day I was born my aunt understood me and always brought me the best books to read. Later in life she showed me live plays and took me in. She always had compassion for the people who she loved. We will miss her smile and kindness forever.
wrote on April 24, 2020
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5:40 pm
My dear, dear friend Allyson Carlyle died recently of a brain tumor. We had similar interests and sensibilities with respect to cataloging and a host of other issues. During my six years in the PhD program in library and information science at UCLA 1986-92, Allyson and I were practically inseparable. In 1987 the two of us helped design our own PhD seminar with Elaine Svenonius on classification theory and both felt it was one of the best courses we had ever taken.
Allyson arranged for me to rent the sweet little bungalow adjacent to hers in Silverlake for my second 3 yrs in LA. We gave each other keys to our houses. Allyson also had a key to the car, and I gave her the car when I left LA.
(You can contact me at deeamichel@comcast.net.)
As new faculty members, Allyson and I both taught cataloging and organization of information, and shared syllabi and assignments. When Allyson got her dream job on the faculty of the library school at the University of Washington, I accompanied her driving cross country from Kent, OH to Seattle. After I had trouble getting an article about the guidance superstructure of libraries published, Allyson offered to rework it for publication. Every few years we talked about this collaboration, but never got around to doing it. Sadly, that won’t happen now.
A longer reminiscence with photos is on my Facebook page https://www.facebook.com/dee.michel.73 or available via email.
Allyson arranged for me to rent the sweet little bungalow adjacent to hers in Silverlake for my second 3 yrs in LA. We gave each other keys to our houses. Allyson also had a key to the car, and I gave her the car when I left LA.
(You can contact me at deeamichel@comcast.net.)
As new faculty members, Allyson and I both taught cataloging and organization of information, and shared syllabi and assignments. When Allyson got her dream job on the faculty of the library school at the University of Washington, I accompanied her driving cross country from Kent, OH to Seattle. After I had trouble getting an article about the guidance superstructure of libraries published, Allyson offered to rework it for publication. Every few years we talked about this collaboration, but never got around to doing it. Sadly, that won’t happen now.
A longer reminiscence with photos is on my Facebook page https://www.facebook.com/dee.michel.73 or available via email.
wrote on April 22, 2020
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11:18 pm
No other prof, as I recall, ever began the course with suggestions about best ways to catalog our notes and handouts in a three-ring binder. I continue to refer to that binder, more than 15 years later. Allyson was stellar.
wrote on April 22, 2020
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4:55 pm
Allyson was so lovely, kind, and generous. I am so thankful to have learned from her, including from all of her knowledge and experience in organizing and managing information, and from her insights on making and keeping a strong field of professionals. As an online student, I'm grateful to be able to look back at her lectures - in addition to all of her written work - and hear from her again. Farewell Allyson! You mean so much to so many people!
wrote on April 22, 2020
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3:11 pm
Allyson was a great colleague, dedicated to her students, the profession and making a better world. She will be missed.
wrote on April 19, 2020
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1:25 pm
I had the immense pleasure of being Allyson's graduate assistant back in 2002-2003. She was wonderful to work with and opened my eyes to the world of librarianship. We worked on one of her first distance learning cataloging courses as well as FRBR research. Good ol' FRBR. Of all the classes I took at the iSchool, I remember Advanced Cataloging the most. The way she structured and taught the class made us think, make decisions, and argue our points. I learned that cataloging, like law, is based on books and books of rules but ultimately comes down to subjective interpretations of those rules.
As others have mentioned, Allyson was kind, caring, thoughtful, fierce, and astute in addition to being an excellent teacher, researcher, and mentor. I feel so fortunate that my path crossed with hers in a way that allowed me to get to know the person behind the professor. My thoughts are with Lisa, her loved ones, and all of us feeling the loss. RIP Allyson.
As others have mentioned, Allyson was kind, caring, thoughtful, fierce, and astute in addition to being an excellent teacher, researcher, and mentor. I feel so fortunate that my path crossed with hers in a way that allowed me to get to know the person behind the professor. My thoughts are with Lisa, her loved ones, and all of us feeling the loss. RIP Allyson.
wrote on April 18, 2020
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6:38 pm
Allyson’s passage is a great loss. I’ve known her since she was at UCLA, going to Library School, but also serving as an Administrative Assistant with the Physical Sciences and Technology Libraries. She also interned briefly in the PSTL Cataloging Section. We met at many ALA conferences, and had a number of meals together. She leaves behind a great legacy with her students and her articles. I miss her greatly.
wrote on April 17, 2020
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5:21 pm
Thank you for arranging the memorial today. Upon hearing the news that Allyson had left all of us, I was stunned. She was my first instructor, Fall 19, that I encountered after returning from a year long MLOA. Enrolling in her catalog course was daunting and exciting since I wasn't certain how well I would return to my groove within the MLIS program and I didn't want to disappoint. She offered kindness, engagement, encouragement, reassurance and support towards my challenges, excitement and / or interests. Her approach made me believe in me again. The course - One of the best I've had so far. Just two weeks prior we had exchanged emails and I was aware again how much she cared for all of us. Though she was prepping for a 1 unit course in the Spring - her main concern were those around her - her mom, roommate and students, breaking out of the safe cocoon to shop without compromising anyone at home. I feel so lucky to have experienced her in my life because she not only introduced me to cataloging beyond the basics and nurtured appreciation but really cared to continue to build and grow a relationship as professionals. So sad for the abrupt ending to what I was looking forward to but so grateful to have experienced the brief influence of her lifetime of knowledge, experience and joy.
wrote on April 17, 2020
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2:56 pm
Allyson was one of the best teachers I ever had, and she's a big part of why I'm still at the iSchool. When I was a couple quarters away from graduation, I asked her if there might be a cataloging class I could teach while I was figuring out what professional direction I wanted to take. She told me she'd look into it, and then a couple of weeks later asked if I'd be willing to teach full-time. I said I'd be glad to do it for a year. That was about 18 years ago now. I owe her so, so much, as do all of us who were lucky enough to work with her.
Allyson always managed to balance being direct, emphatic, and kind, even when feeling stressed out by deadlines, students, and colleagues, and lived an incredible life aside from her work as a teacher, scholar, and leader. I miss her greatly.
Allyson always managed to balance being direct, emphatic, and kind, even when feeling stressed out by deadlines, students, and colleagues, and lived an incredible life aside from her work as a teacher, scholar, and leader. I miss her greatly.
wrote on April 17, 2020
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2:51 pm
Allyson: dear, dear Allyson.
Allyson was one of the first faculty I met when I joined the iSchool in 1999. She took me to a favorite Thai place for my interview dinner. Since back then I was new to the “I” word, she and Raya ran a small seminar for me: we read Buckland together, discussed human information behavior, and the nuances of knowledge organization. Allyson: answering my questions, patiently, deeply, and with subtle humor. When I taught INFO 300 to our first cohort of Informatics majors the following year, I included a project on user categorization of works modeled after Allyson’s published research on Dicken’s "A Christmas Carol." This quarter I am teaching INFO 200 to our newest Informatics majors and minors; they, too, are experiencing a variation of Allyson’s research activities, this time by developing a categorization scheme for objects from a kitchen “junk” drawer. I feel Allyson on my shoulder when I assign these activities: her guiding patience, her curiosity, her attention to student needs, her desire for harmony. She shall be missed—for a long, long time.
Allyson was one of the first faculty I met when I joined the iSchool in 1999. She took me to a favorite Thai place for my interview dinner. Since back then I was new to the “I” word, she and Raya ran a small seminar for me: we read Buckland together, discussed human information behavior, and the nuances of knowledge organization. Allyson: answering my questions, patiently, deeply, and with subtle humor. When I taught INFO 300 to our first cohort of Informatics majors the following year, I included a project on user categorization of works modeled after Allyson’s published research on Dicken’s "A Christmas Carol." This quarter I am teaching INFO 200 to our newest Informatics majors and minors; they, too, are experiencing a variation of Allyson’s research activities, this time by developing a categorization scheme for objects from a kitchen “junk” drawer. I feel Allyson on my shoulder when I assign these activities: her guiding patience, her curiosity, her attention to student needs, her desire for harmony. She shall be missed—for a long, long time.
wrote on April 17, 2020
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2:16 pm
Allyson, loved her students and was always up for a good time and if it also happened to support them …she would go along with it. In 2010, for those of you who were around, our students did a parody of the Lady Gaga hit “Poker Face” about cataloguing. Of course, Allyson starred in it. As did many other faculty members who taught in that area. The song went viral and was imitated by many student groups around the world. Once again, our wonderful ischool students were the innovators. Allyson you made cataloguing inspirational
For those of you who missed this hit. Take a moment and smile and think of happy days
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a_uzUh1VT98
We will miss Allyson.
Much love
Lorraine
For those of you who missed this hit. Take a moment and smile and think of happy days
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a_uzUh1VT98
We will miss Allyson.
Much love
Lorraine
wrote on April 16, 2020
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3:58 pm
I took Intro to Cataloging online with Professor Carlyle and I enjoyed her class and her style of teaching. She will be missed and will live on in the many students she mentored and inspired.
wrote on April 16, 2020
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9:18 am
This is hard to believe!
I first met Allyson when she was a professor at Kent State's LIS program. I was an international student then, getting used to the new teaching and learning approaches. I knew I wanted to focus on subject access to information. Allyson was kind, understanding, and generous with her time. She was also instrumental in the choice of my Ph.D. program.
I would meet Allyson at different conferences and was lucky to meet with her a few times in Seattle a couple of years ago, after she limited her conference trips. I always enjoyed our chats, her enthusiasm for cataloging & classification, her focus on student learning, but also some of her concerns about the changing requirements in LIS education.
A great teacher, mentor, and friend!
I first met Allyson when she was a professor at Kent State's LIS program. I was an international student then, getting used to the new teaching and learning approaches. I knew I wanted to focus on subject access to information. Allyson was kind, understanding, and generous with her time. She was also instrumental in the choice of my Ph.D. program.
I would meet Allyson at different conferences and was lucky to meet with her a few times in Seattle a couple of years ago, after she limited her conference trips. I always enjoyed our chats, her enthusiasm for cataloging & classification, her focus on student learning, but also some of her concerns about the changing requirements in LIS education.
A great teacher, mentor, and friend!
wrote on April 16, 2020
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12:35 am
Allyson was a wonderful professor - dedicated, funny, richly intelligent, perceptive, and fierce. She cared deeply about her students, sometimes eliciting their best effort with a tart, right-on-target zinger that straightened the spine. I am so saddened by her passing, and so glad I got to study with her. May her memory be a blessing.
wrote on April 15, 2020
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5:50 pm
While I didn't know Allyson exceptionally well, I recruited her to write an article while she was still a doctoral student at UCLA. I believe it was Elaine Svenonius who suggested her for a special issue of the Cataloging & Classification Quarterly on "Subject Control in Online Catalogs." Her article was "Matching LCSH and User Vocabulary in the Library Catalog." I remember how pleased she was to get published in such a respectable journal. A quick search in Google Scholar indicates it became her fourth most cited publication with 57 citations. Not bad for a doctoral student article. While we met only a few times later in her career, I still remember her well and am saddened by her death.
wrote on April 15, 2020
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3:30 pm
I remember Allyson from way back in 1989 when I was an M.L.I.S. student at UCLA and she was in the Ph.D. program there. She was very helpful and friendly, and I always enjoyed her cataloging expertise and seeing her again in library circles during the following years. I'm sorry to hear that she's passed.
wrote on April 15, 2020
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1:40 pm
My goodness, what a loss! My interaction with Allyson was through the Leaders Wanted panels and options fairs. I was consistently struck by Allyson's sincere commitment to improving the state of diversity, equity, and inclusion in LIS. And always very grateful for her pleasantness.
I truly hope that her family and friends are able to find comfort in viewing written tributes to a wonderful educator and advocate!
I truly hope that her family and friends are able to find comfort in viewing written tributes to a wonderful educator and advocate!
wrote on April 15, 2020
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9:29 am
I knew Allyson primarily through ASIST--she was fun to talk to and over the years I learned a lot about some of the more fundamental philosophical issues that catalogers deal with (well--what IS a "work," anyway?). More than two decades of my students read her papers on user clustering and categorization -- the "Christmas Carol" articles. She will be missed.
wrote on April 15, 2020
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8:20 am
Allyson and I met when she became a member of the iSchool at Kent State University faculty so many years ago. She was not only a superb colleague but also she became a great friend. We spent many hours enjoying various arts activities together. We also talked about one of our favorite subjects: cats. While I would like to support students at UW, I will remember her in another way-- by a donation to the Cornell Feline Health Center, that researches cat health and diseases. I hope she will be pleased. She was a wonderful person, teacher and inspiration. I am not sure exactly what her Buddhist beliefs were, but I am sure that she will experience another magnificent rebirth, although I suspect that her karma is paid at full price: her rebirth will no longer be needed. She marked her presence on earth as love.
wrote on April 15, 2020
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8:10 am
I only met Allyson in person once (at an ALA in Seattle) but we had many philosophical discussions on Autocat and elsewhere where we usually agreed and she would try to convince me to enter UW's doctoral program even though I thought I was too old to apply. She will be sorely missed, especially by all of her doctoral students.
Wayne Richter, Asian Materials Specialist/Cataloger, The Libraries, Western Washington University, Bellingham, WA 98225-9103
Wayne Richter, Asian Materials Specialist/Cataloger, The Libraries, Western Washington University, Bellingham, WA 98225-9103
wrote on April 14, 2020
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4:57 pm
It is a shock to learn of Allyson’s passing. The field has lost a great scholar and advocate for cataloging and classification. She was a intensely positive person, very kind, and selfless. May she rest in peace.
S.
S.
wrote on April 14, 2020
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3:37 pm
Allyson embodied and exemplified the core values that I associate with the iSchool. Her passionate embrace of the value of each individual--new or experienced student, faculty, staff, or even a visitor--coupled with what could be a fierce (yet always loving) confrontation with injustice meant that she was a valued colleague and friend. Her continuing contributions to the iSchool made each of us better, and I have trouble imagining the school, and the world, without her presence.
wrote on April 13, 2020
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2:33 pm
Allyson Carlyle was my dissertation advisor, my close colleague, fellow Buddhist practitioner, and friend. I learned so much from her both during my formal studies and in watching her participate in faculty life.
She was passionate about librarianship, and she was a compassionate teacher and mentor. She cultivated "metta" - or loving-kindness through her practice. And while she did not think I was "library" enough at one point in my career, her candid assessment of any person or situation she was in will be missed. Bows to you, Allyson.
She was passionate about librarianship, and she was a compassionate teacher and mentor. She cultivated "metta" - or loving-kindness through her practice. And while she did not think I was "library" enough at one point in my career, her candid assessment of any person or situation she was in will be missed. Bows to you, Allyson.
wrote on April 13, 2020
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12:01 pm
Ah, Allyson Carlyle - what a wonderful wonderful person.
Kind
Compassionate
Ethical
Dedicated
Brilliant
Insightful
Loving
....
It is impossible to capture in words all that Allyson Carlyle meant to everyone. But, it's important to share in this most difficult of times.
Allyson was one of the first people I met at the University of Washington (UW) when I came to campus in Fall 1997 to interview. And, she pulled no punches in letting me know that she was skeptical about me. We had met a few years earlier at an ALISE conference where I was trying to lure Cheryl Metoyer to a faculty position Syracuse. Allyson took great pleasure in telling the story of how I kind of dissed her, as I was so focused on Cheryl (true). So, I already was down one strike. We met in 1997 at the school's offices in the basement of Suzzallo Library. She quickly whisked me away to By George so she could set me straight (about libraries, cataloging, and students) and also find out what I had in mind for the school (to do it all - together, of course).
She threw me pitch after pitch about libraries, students, cataloging, values, organization of information, students, management, faculty, society, students, leadership, justice, staff, higher education, students, finances. It was an exhausting at-bat, but I think I did okay - or maybe even a little better because we began a deep deep friendship as well as professional journey in which we all created a wonderful, amazing, and people-centered learning, research, and service home at the UW.
We worked together on many efforts and took great joy in developing new opportunities for students and in championing the library and information field. Allyson was selfless. Allyson was the first Associate Dean for Academics because we needed her leadership, even though this took her away from teaching and research. We could always rely on Allyson. Throughout that time and later, her voice among the faculty and staff was essential to keeping us true to our values in all that we did. She was also a terrific teacher. My son Brian was one of her students, and when he went to work in the tech industry, he always said that Allyson's course was the most valuable one he took at the school.
Allyson and I also shared a common approach to mentoring doctoral students, and I was fortunate to work with her to help a number of them to fulfill their capabilities and dreams.
Our relationship was so much more than professonal. She was a dear friend to me and to my wife, Carol. We ache for her. We are so sad for Lisa, for her brother, and her mother, and really all of us.
Thank you, Allyson. For your humanity.
Peace and love, Allyson.
Kind
Compassionate
Ethical
Dedicated
Brilliant
Insightful
Loving
....
It is impossible to capture in words all that Allyson Carlyle meant to everyone. But, it's important to share in this most difficult of times.
Allyson was one of the first people I met at the University of Washington (UW) when I came to campus in Fall 1997 to interview. And, she pulled no punches in letting me know that she was skeptical about me. We had met a few years earlier at an ALISE conference where I was trying to lure Cheryl Metoyer to a faculty position Syracuse. Allyson took great pleasure in telling the story of how I kind of dissed her, as I was so focused on Cheryl (true). So, I already was down one strike. We met in 1997 at the school's offices in the basement of Suzzallo Library. She quickly whisked me away to By George so she could set me straight (about libraries, cataloging, and students) and also find out what I had in mind for the school (to do it all - together, of course).
She threw me pitch after pitch about libraries, students, cataloging, values, organization of information, students, management, faculty, society, students, leadership, justice, staff, higher education, students, finances. It was an exhausting at-bat, but I think I did okay - or maybe even a little better because we began a deep deep friendship as well as professional journey in which we all created a wonderful, amazing, and people-centered learning, research, and service home at the UW.
We worked together on many efforts and took great joy in developing new opportunities for students and in championing the library and information field. Allyson was selfless. Allyson was the first Associate Dean for Academics because we needed her leadership, even though this took her away from teaching and research. We could always rely on Allyson. Throughout that time and later, her voice among the faculty and staff was essential to keeping us true to our values in all that we did. She was also a terrific teacher. My son Brian was one of her students, and when he went to work in the tech industry, he always said that Allyson's course was the most valuable one he took at the school.
Allyson and I also shared a common approach to mentoring doctoral students, and I was fortunate to work with her to help a number of them to fulfill their capabilities and dreams.
Our relationship was so much more than professonal. She was a dear friend to me and to my wife, Carol. We ache for her. We are so sad for Lisa, for her brother, and her mother, and really all of us.
Thank you, Allyson. For your humanity.
Peace and love, Allyson.
wrote on April 11, 2020
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3:50 pm
I first met Allyson when I arrived on the University of Washington campus in December 1999. I learned that her area of expertise was cataloguing, and I was immediately in awe of her. I remembered the struggles that I had had in graduate school with descriptive cataloguing rules and knew immediately that I was in the presence of a great analytical mind. Allyson was passionate about information organization and libraries. She knew that librarians make the communities they serve better, and she was determined that her teaching, research and service would deepen that impact. Allyson was a master teacher. She cared deeply about each of her students. She was demanding and inspiring. Her students loved and respected her, and she maintained her connection with them as they built their careers.
Some years ago, Allyson and I drove together to a meeting of the Washington Library Council. While she drove, she told me about her spiritual journey; learning and practicing Buddhist ritual and philosophy. Like many of us, Allyson yearned for a fuller understanding of her true self and her life’s purpose. She lived to serve. In the many interactions between Allyson and others that I witnessed, I saw in her words and actions authentic humanity, openness, acceptance and compassion.
Allyson had enormous grace and presence. She left a gentle footprint on the Earth, and a warm glow in the hearts of her friends and colleagues. I deeply grieve her passing and cherish my memories of her well-lived life. God bless you Allyson.
Some years ago, Allyson and I drove together to a meeting of the Washington Library Council. While she drove, she told me about her spiritual journey; learning and practicing Buddhist ritual and philosophy. Like many of us, Allyson yearned for a fuller understanding of her true self and her life’s purpose. She lived to serve. In the many interactions between Allyson and others that I witnessed, I saw in her words and actions authentic humanity, openness, acceptance and compassion.
Allyson had enormous grace and presence. She left a gentle footprint on the Earth, and a warm glow in the hearts of her friends and colleagues. I deeply grieve her passing and cherish my memories of her well-lived life. God bless you Allyson.