When we moved from a city in Chicagoland that boasted a “Top Ten Library,” I somewhat despaired. That was the library where I diligently took my children a couple times a month. We routinely checked out and returned and checked out and returned piles of children’s books. This library did indeed have a stellar selection, the latest technologies, and wonderful ambiance.
We have since lived in two small towns in Indiana, both boasting libraries. I was thrilled to locate the first town’s library. I paid my twenty-dollar fee to be a member, only to look around and find rows and rows of romantic paperbacks. “We take donations,” the elderly volunteer behind the desk informed me.
This was not the “Top Ten” library I had made use of for the last 26 years of my life. This was a little town library with just enough money to keep going. That’s okay, I told myself. There were a few biographies and memoirs here I could read. I checked out Stephen King’s On Writing, returned it on time, went to check out another, and a new elderly volunteer asked me if I still had On Writing at home and would I please return it.
“I did, last week,” I told her. I had dropped it off across the street in the plastic box under the desk by the entrance to the video store—the after-hours drop box. “Look, it’s here, on the shelf.” I didn’t want her to exert herself, so I walked over, pulled the book from the shelf and brought it to her. “See? Returned and back on the shelf.”
“Oh, okay,” she said, as she clicked around with the mouse on the computer and tried to find the screen she needed. I didn’t want to start out my sojourn in this little town as the lady who didn’t return library books!
We’ve since moved to another small town that boasts a library as well. Again, mostly donations, but this one I could join for free — just needed to prove my town address. “Do I need a library card?” I asked naively.
“No, we’ll recognize you.”
The library is in a repurposed brick two-story building that appears to have once been a church. (The bricked-in arches above what are now square windows give me that impression.) The library has been serving this and the surrounding communities for almost a century.
My grandsons and I recently walked the two blocks from our home to visit on a chilly Saturday afternoon. They enjoyed the large Lego blocks and the plastic car track. I wandered the stacks, excited to find many actual readable books (sorry, paperback romances do not translate into my world as “readable”). There are enough current books, memoirs, and reference books to keep me busy.
“We’re not fully computerized yet, but we’re working on it,” one of the volunteers told me.
The library is a gathering place — offering a knitting and crocheting circle, activities for elementary children, and various and sundry lessons.
On a shelf beside the front door are “free” books. (Isn’t that sort of like offering candy to a baby?) The librarian told me they were mostly duplicates among donations. I found a memoir to add to my reading collection. My grandsons each found a book to take home as well.
I love this little library. It’s clean and bright, and the folks are friendly. People drop in to make use of the free WiFi, pick up and return videos, send a fax, or read a magazine. While I was readying my grandsons to leave at closing time, the librarian kindly told me to take my time. “Someone just called and needs to use the Internet. I’m waiting for him.”
Yes, I have access to three huge university libraries, and I use them diligently for research and the love of my life: “inter-library loan.” Yes, there are websites that show me the “most beautiful libraries in the world” (swoon!).
But I think when I want to simply wander smaller stacks to find a new book to read, or when I want to repeat my earlier process and now take grandchildren to check out piles of books, we’ll walk the two blocks to our little local library.
8 thoughts on “Little Libraries and Why I Love Them”
What a quaint and engaging story! I have access to large libraries, but i love the idea of a small-town library where “we will recognize you”. Reminds me of the library in the movie The Station Agent. I also laughed out loud about the fiasco returning the King book. So funny! God bless Linda!
Thank you, Mary!
As you can probably guess, libraries are my happy place. Size doesn’t really matter as long as I can sit in a room with books floor to ceiling. And that link of the worlds most beautiful libraries did not disappoint! Definitely swoonworthy.
Oh I know! Road trip!!!
When I saw the title for little libraries I thought you were going to talk about the little free library movement. https://littlefreelibrary.org/ Check them out if you haven’t heard of them before. Fascinating idea.
I love all libraries, big and small. Like you, I appreciate our small town library here in Upland.
You’re right! I was googling around and did find some sites about those little free libraries. Fascinating. I’ve seen them but not had access to any, but I like the idea.
There is a little free library on 8th street in Upland but it is currently covered with a black cloth. I assume it was covered for winter and will open back up this spring.
I thought the same thing… I’ll let you know when the one near our home reappears! 🙂 Lovely post!