Sunday afternoons in winter can get a little longish, quickly deteriorating into napping and eating  even if you sleep late.  I know y’all just Had to watch your team get its’ ass kicked today, but I took off for an afternoon of research at Willard Library.  I dragged along Olivia (and her parents) to show her, for the first time, a library that only had books….

From the moment I step into Willard, I feel that I”ve stepped back in Time…

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And despite its lack of  movies or CDs, Olivia found it enchanting, spotting puzzles, a globe, and lots of what it’s supposed to have:  Books…

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I have  felt that this library was “mine” since Mrs. Fuhrer introduced me to the Children’s room way back when Miss Helen was the librarian.  Even when I was a teenager and they suspended my check-out  privileges until I could pay my overdue fines (actually, I just changed my name), I continued to haunt the place, especially on Sunday afternoons.

It’s partly the architecture…

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…and its creaky stairs with the faint scent of Murphy’s soap…

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but it’s mainly mostly (honestly) all about the books…

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