I love this! When I was a child, I suffered from asthma and couldn't go outside for recess in the winter, so teachers would send me to the school library. Sometimes I was allowed to bring a friend and we'd play board games in a corner, but often the librarian would give me a task. After teaching me how to shelve books, she'd give me a stack and point me to the right area. More than once, she found me sitting on the floor reading those books instead of putting them away! There's nothing like falling into a story and forgetting the rest of the world exists.
As a former children’s librarian, this touched my heart. This little moment in time will be one Uma will cherish in years to come. Thank you for sharing this well-written piece.
I don’t have childhood memories of going to the library. Mom never got her license. She did read to us, and my love for literature comes from her. Now in her 90s, I read to her—stories and poems I’ve written.
I love those round library stools! Saves getting one's pants dirty when browsing the stacks.
Haha yes!
I love this! When I was a child, I suffered from asthma and couldn't go outside for recess in the winter, so teachers would send me to the school library. Sometimes I was allowed to bring a friend and we'd play board games in a corner, but often the librarian would give me a task. After teaching me how to shelve books, she'd give me a stack and point me to the right area. More than once, she found me sitting on the floor reading those books instead of putting them away! There's nothing like falling into a story and forgetting the rest of the world exists.
That's wonderful. Which library was your home library?
This was the North Londonderry Elementary School library.
As a former children’s librarian, this touched my heart. This little moment in time will be one Uma will cherish in years to come. Thank you for sharing this well-written piece.
I don’t have childhood memories of going to the library. Mom never got her license. She did read to us, and my love for literature comes from her. Now in her 90s, I read to her—stories and poems I’ve written.
That's wonderful that you read to her now! Full circle!
No words needed! ❤️