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My library

My parents and brother moved to La Mesa in 1954. I was born in 1957 and we moved early in 1958, closer to the library. My mother would take us kids to the library, at least weekly, over the Culowee hill. I have such strong memories of the old library. Piles of books. I can't live without them. Yes, I do read some electronically, but to have a real book in hand is such a pleasure.

My Free to Be Me Space

I was the new kid, my dad had just been moved by the Navy to San Diego. Born on the east coast the differences between Charleston, SC and San Diego were enormous. My mom had her hands full figuring out this new place and helping my younger brother; and I wasn't really looking for parental oversight or assistance. The high school's "open" campus, lack of swipe ID badges, casual dress codes, and teachers in sandals... was a stark difference to what I was used to. The kids were nice, no more clique than any other school, but definitely into the…

Even in handcuffs he wanted to visit the library

My young sons and I visited the library at least once a week. The library was a source of wonder for them that started when they were under two years old. Nomatter what they were engaged by at home whenever I said it’s library day they dropped anything and anybody and rushed to the car. We had a bit of a drive and spent quite a bit of time in the car so there were always toys and other time passers in the car. When we arrived at the library and I exited the driver’s seat to get them out…