Give a Person a Book…

By Joni S.  My mother-in-law immigrated from Italy to NY many decades ago. And while she embraced living in America and raising her children here, English was always a difficult second language for her. As she grew older and became more homebound, I learned that our local library was filled with an amazing Italian book selection.Those … Read more

The Treasure Trove

By Jacqueline S.  My mother was an avid reader. She passed her love of literature on to me. Each week when I was a child we walked to our local library and found new treasures. My mother set a wonderful example. Part of the reason I was a fine student and English teacher was because … Read more

Sacred Space

By Cyn D. 

The building is still there, though it’s used as a “performance” space now, I believe. But the majestic marble and wood rotunda of the Main Library in downtown Chicago was a magic portal, a grand and sacred space. The huge rooms surrounding the rotunda offered not just books but movies, vinyl recordings of the jazz greats and classics of all genres, art work you could actually take home and place on your own walls…amazing treasures.

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Surviving High School

By Julie M.  My daughter is a senior in high school and she could not have survived without our public library. The online resources have been a life-saver; she’s found current events, multiple sources for obscure art history projects, and she did most of her SAT prep through the library’s database. She’s such a fan … Read more

Shaping My Youth

By Marissa O.  I was fortunate to grow up in Portland Oregon, with a very healthy public library system- The Multnomah County Library. There were branches in almost every community, including the two I grew up in. My parents took us there weekly, if not more often. For as far back as I can remember, … Read more

Special Space

By Ronald W. 

My very first trip to a public library was in my hometown of East Haven CT, the “Hagaman Memorial Library”. It was on a field trip in grade school, I was no older than 7. I still remember the experience, starting with the entrance to the building at the time; the steps leading up to the huge doors and once inside the marble floors, the huge staircase, oak furniture and the portraits on the walls. I knew I was inside a special space.
The class attended “story hour” that day in the Children’s section; we were told that “story hour” would occur every Wednesday after school for those who wished to sign up to attend. The whole class received library cards that day.

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