Happy National Library Week!
I spent some time reflecting on my first memories of a library–one that was probably my second or third public library, but the one I’m old enough to remember. I was probably 2-5 years of age then. I should ask my Mom about that. I remember a story hour where they gave us something like strawberry jam on crackers. I remember wandering around the adult section with my Mom. These memories come from the time when the library was housed in a few rooms in a municipal building and didn’t have a building of its own. It amazes me what my brain can conjure as memories when I think about something long enough.
I learned recently that a family friend was one of the big champions of the city getting a branch of the library. **Thank you!**
Rah rah libraries!
