Musings

Library…love?

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Well, maybe not love, but I do really like browsing the aisles of our county library branch….

Perhaps, it’s just that libraries are essentially sacred places to me….

My kid-visits to the library always seemed like out-of-body experiences. Our library was in an older building,* perhaps 50-60 years old at the time (so not so old, just older than my home, school), and it had a specific smell, not musty, not unpleasant, just distinct. Sounds were different there, muted, although it had a tile floor that echoed footsteps beneath a high ceiling in the main rooms. And we got to take books home…where they had a special shelf, I guess so Mom could keep track of them….

* A bit of Google-action suggests the building in my memory is still standing and still the town library.