This year our much-loved, small town library is celebrating 125 years as a much-loved, small town library. She’s a beautiful old building.
She’s historic and graceful, housing not only books and movies and computers, but historical documents and treasures from local artists and craftsmen. She offers a place for studious solitude, but also a place where people come together to play checkers or knit or talk about their favorite books.
She’s not stuffy, though. She loves children and, thanks to an addition built about the time my younger son was born, they’re free to roam an entire floor without bumping into historical treasures or disturbing anybody’s studious solitude. So many books to explore.
And rather than impatiently tapping their feet and rushing their little book explorers, moms can lose themselves in a puzzle.
And she has a secret treasure. A cozy little nook where children can curl up with their favorite books and lose themselves in a literary adventure.
Happy 125th birthday to my library. She is a treasure and I hope future generations fall as madly in love with her as my family has.