My first memories of our local library are filled with amazement. I remember wanting to touch EVERY book. I followed behind my mom with my hand running over the books on the shelves. When she would pause to look at a book, I’d see how high I could reach. The smell of the books, the beauty of the entrance, and the endless possibilities sent my imagination on a lifelong adventure.
Today, when I go to the library, my blood pressure lowers as I walk the stacks. Each section holds a wonder for me. Today’s library differs from when I was a child but is no less remarkable. Books are only a part of the library’s offerings. You can check out cooking utensils, movies, puzzles, and games for children and adults. Computer rooms for all ages are another way the library serves the patrons.
My heart was broken when I heard my state considered cutting library funding. After writing to my state senator urging him to vote against the bill, I thought of everyone our local library serves. Homeless folks can come in from the weather and get a cup of hot chocolate, read a book or newspaper, relax in one of the many areas around the building, talk to friendly workers, and feel human again. Patrons of all ages come to various programs that enrich their lives. Preschool to seniors have things going on for them.
When I see youngsters walking the stacks, I wonder if they want to touch every book. Do they see the possibilities? If you have yet to visit your local library, see what they offer. It’s more than just books.