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A Kid in the Library

One of my fondest memories of childhood was walking down the alley behind my house in our small midwestern town, to the Library. It was open only 3 afternoons a week. The children's section was in the back corner of one big room. I would go back there, sit on the floor for a long time and pull out books to look at, trying to decide which ones to bring home. I read all the Betsy Tacey Books, Nancy Drew, Bobbsey Twins.

This Kid in the library in the 50's grew up to be a librarian...and now at 80, volunteers at the library.

Lifetime Library Lover

I’m 87 years old and still remember getting my first library card when I was 7. I’ve been a library user ever since. Growing up, I could ride my bike to the library, which was on the edge of downtown, and I made regular trips to check out and return books. The Girl Scout “Hut” was next door so I often dropped in to say hello to the ladies that worked there, and sold us our pins and badges. Since it was a college town, I also had access to the university library. Couldn’t check out books, but could research…

An Accessible and Reliable Place to Find New Interests and Necessary Resources

Conveniently located on the MTS bus route, the library has always come in clutch when I need something printed or to check out a book related to a class I'm in at school. My local branch in El Cajon was also the first place I ever got into D&D, checked out the works of author's I had never read before, and checked out movies that I'd never seen before (because streaming doesn't always have what I'm looking for).