Monday, July 30, 2018


Kim’s post about her childhood library reminded me of my own first love (the Davis Library, which became the CCPL mentioned in post 196). The library long ago expanded and built a new facility, but when I was a kid, it was the marble-facade building on Main Street, with two marble steps leading up to its one-more-at-the-door. The door led to a split staircase. The children’s department was downstairs, and everything else was upstairs. It didn’t take long for me to become an adolescent checking out every upstairs novel she could. I remember feeling, during high school summers, that I’d read every book in there (which of course was not true). I remember the stacks, the desk at the center. There was a particular smell to it. It was not a big place. There was something perfect about it.


  1. Yes. I made the mistake, I think, of buying the boys too many books, and so they've never really developed a library habit. There was something good about feeling that the library's books were mine, that the whole place was mine.

  2. Lovely. I remember finally being allowed to withdraw books from the adult section. I learned a lot from those books.

  3. Nice. This reminded me of the old Elgin library when I was young. The library that replaced it was ugly.