Hi, I'm Tanya and I blog at 52 Books or Bust. For this post, I scoured
the internet looking for a photo of my childhood library, but to no avail.
Sadly, it no longer exists, but it was perfect in every way. Close your eyes
and imagine with me a small, red brick, old one-room church. Keep picturing it,
but make it even smaller. It really was a small building, a re-purposed
Lutheran church, in fact.
First thing when you walk in the tall, wooden double doors at the
front is the librarian’s desk. No computer upon it – this was back in the days
of manual check out. And always several piles of brightly coloured construction
paper bookmarks. But beyond her desk just rows of four foot high bookshelves
with an aisle down the centre.
I have no idea
what kind of books were on the left side of the library – non-fiction? Picture
books? Complex tomes of astrophysics? But I can still picture where all my
favourite books were located. The
Borrowers series by Mary Norton were hidden, appropriately enough, on a
bottom shelf right beside the wall. Choose
Your Own Adventure were on a top shelf about half way back. Who knows where
the Little House on the Prairie books
were, I had those at home.
At a certain age
the Children’s Library became less appealing. Everything about it was small.
The four foot tall shelves could be easily seen over, the chairs were tiny and
the books? Well, juvenile. This meant crossing the bridge to the world of the
adult library, and I’m not talking figuratively here. There was literally a
glassed in walkway joining the buildings of the two libraries.
While the
Children’s Library was cute, warm and welcoming, the Adult section was a vast
sea of full height stacks filled with books of knowledge. The pervading silence
of the place was broken only by echoing footsteps, the sliding of card
catalogue drawers and the occasional whisper. And the smell! Breathe it in, for
this place smelled like books in the best way possible.
Though
intimidating at first, the Adult section slowly became more familiar and seemed
to change with me. Soon after I started using it computers were introduced,
adding a soft pitter-patter of typing to the silence.
The two
different worlds of the Woodstock Public Library, contradictory though they may
seem, shaped my expectations for all libraries to come. A great library needs
to be a warm and welcoming place of exploration. But the intellectual in me
also wants the appearance of an erudite place of knowledge and learning.
My current
library is a 1960s monstrosity of utilitarian design. But as soon as I walk in
the door there is a certain warmth that welcomes you. I love it, just as I’ve
loved all my various local libraries.
Tanya really places us into these libraries! Leave a comment for Tanya below!
What a wonderful picture you're painting here. Almost Bradburian. It seems to me like libraries will never be the same as they were before the computers and e-books.
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