Captain’s Log 5,950
I was thinking about libraries and what wonderful places they are. I grew up in the library when I was a kid. When we had modular scheduling in high school, I took all of my free “modules” in the library. Being surrounded by books is one of the greatest pleasures for me. Yes, I have a Kindle which I also enjoy greatly. As long as I can read. I don’t care where I read. I always have a book in the car…….just in case.
This is the Hill Reference Library in downtown Saint Paul. I spent many hours there just doing my thing. All marble. All magnificent. All free and open to the public.
This is the new library in downtown San Diego. It’s also magnificent. The 6th and 7th floors are used as a charter high school. Can you imagine going to high school in a library? The downside to this one is the location. It’s in the heart of a terrible neighborhood marginalized by crime and drug users. I still enjoy going and take advantage of free underground parking that is monitored by security. This library also has a gift shop! Big Sister Mia and I are going on a field trip here soon.
For the book lover in your life. And you also support the library system.
Before I moved to the house I have now, I lived in a really old neighborhood that is home to the smallest library in the San Diego system. I loved it there too. I could walk from my house. I would often stop at the library and then enjoy a latte at the coffee shop across the street.
Tiny but mighty. It also has a nice playground for the kids. It was nice to see the local kids go to the library after school instead of sitting home to play games on their computers.
When I was a kid, I could read anywhere. On the steps, in bed, behind the sofa. Anywhere but the back seat of a moving car. I still can’t read in a moving car. But I still read anywhere. Sitting on a retaining wall, on a bench, definitely on planes.
I thank my mother for this. She always encouraged me to read and had qualms with what I chose. One day, the town librarian was upset that I wanted to check out a copy of Pearl Buck’s The Good Earth. I think I was maybe 12 years old. She called my mom to tattle on me. My mother told her to please check out the book in MY name.
It helps growing up to be a reader when you have a hero like my mom in your pocket.