A Place of Words....this is the library in my home town. It's the one I spoke of in my post a few days ago, the place I read the Flicka, Ricka and Dicka books as a child. It's where I found Black Beauty, and My Friend Flicka, The Little House books, The Boxcar Children and so many more. Eventually I was grown up enough to become an "upstairs" patron. I had the ambitious plans of beginning with the first A book and reading ALL the books in the library. Some pretty tough reading there already in the A's. The end of summer found me just barely past the beginnings of the B's.
I abandoned that plan...*VBS*, having found the S's and A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith.It was an instant favorite, and I went on to all her books, as I found them. I found Mary Steward mysteries and intrigue, and books by Catherine Cookson...so much delicious reading material, so little time.
The next year, I was in jr. high, and the school was just behind the library...very convenient. I became a junior librarian, and was thrilled to be helping. Due to the size and age of our school building, the jr. high held 7th, 8th, and 9th grades. You don't find that much anymore. Generally the 9th us up in the high school, but our old high school was too small to hold all four classes. So, along with all the nonsense of switching classes every hour, and the raging hormones of 12+ to 15 years old, it was the first mixing of the kids from the schools in town with the kids coming in from the country schools.
I'm not sure about other states or countries, but in the midwest there were many country schools that had their students from 1st through 6th grade. Then they got bused into town. Quite the blending process. By 6th grade you were well acquainted with ALL the 25 or so kids in your classroom. Suddently you were in a "section"(for me 7-4) one of four sections of 7th grade. The 4 sections totaled 155 students, that would be graduating 6 years later in 1958. IF we all made through those last 6 years.
It was quite an eye opening experience. No surprise that my old friend, our Carniegie Library was where you could find me, when ever I could manage it. You could get there by city bus, on your bicycle or even walking if you wanted to. It was quite a ways from where I lived, across the river on the south side of town.
One of our new bloggers, Libby, over at http://simplylibby.blogspot.com/ and I met when she emailed me. She had grown up with a Carniegie Library in her town and thought all town had them. We exchanged several emails and pictures of her library and mine. It was so nice when she decided to join us here in blogland, as she's a quilter and dog lover, like so many of us..*VBS* If you get a chance, pop over and see the neat observations and quilts she has to share. She's out there in CA with Jeanne and Vicky, and more, that I'm not remembering tonight..*S*

I decided to post once more today, thinking mostly that I wanted to say that our 10 p.m. temp. is still at 91 degrees with 70+ percent humidity. Looks like tomorrow will hit the 100 for sure. Quite unusal for us to have such a prolonged heat wave. I think they said 19 days and counting of temps over 90. We would normally only get 14 in the whole summer season. I'm not complaining, but it sure is an odd summer. I'm quite comfortable in my little house, I have central air, and a ceiling fan. And two floor fans that move air around. I keep the house closed up, and I breathe ok as long as I don't go outside.
Even with the moving efforts yesterday, there were guys to do the carrying. Steph provided the truck and I supplied most of the furniture and directions to the house. Pretty easy piece. My two oldest kids are quite protective of my health and well being. If I behave they don't hollar at me too much...*G* Hope you are all well tonight, someplace cool, behaving yourself and not getting yelled at...LOL