Libraries

The public library in Morris Plains, New Jersey, was right down the hill from where we lived. It was, and still is, located in a converted farmhouse, although without the two back extensions in my time. It was a quiet, cozy space to be and my best friend, Margaret, would hide away in the stacks and read for hours. I loved going by it every day on my way to school, but didn't spend a lot of time there.

My refuge was the school library. I was a volunteer in our school library all though high school, which meant I didn't have to go to home room or study halls. The librarian knew me. She helped me write the best essay of my school career by asking me the right questions to give me focus. She never questioned when I would read books "above my level." Rather, they would often recommend books they thought I might enjoy. I read classics, historicals, a bit of philosophy; I even read the Russians. I am so sorry I can't recall her name.

I hardly ever go to the library any more. Once I left school, I started buying and, more recently, collecting books. Some say I know have my own library. However, I shall always treasure libraries and, in particular, librarians.

Come and share your favorite library with me.