The Summer a Library Saved My Life
wee me getting a much-loved and oft-checked-out book for my birthday. |
Me (a few decades older than 11) sitting in a very special chair in the Children's Dept. at the St. Joe Library |
There a sweet librarian (whose name I wish I could recall!) showed me where the horse books were and led me to the colorful rug that was cushioned with fluffy pillows. My grandma sat with me while I read books and forgot for a couple of hours about home and missing my mama. The sweet refuge of stories was exactly what I needed. We went to the library every day the rest of that summer. I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have survived that trip if not for my Grandma and the Port St. Joe Library.*
So, librarians, if you're reading this: what you do is important. You never know whose life you are saving when you welcome them in with a smile and a well-stocked shelf of horse books. Thank you!
*Read a more detailed version of this story at Live Your Poem.
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Irene Latham is the author of more than a dozen current and
forthcoming poetry, fiction and picture books for children and
adults, including Leaving Gee's Bend, 2011 ALLA Children's
Book of the Year. Winner of the 2016 ILA Lee Bennett Hopkins
Promising Poet Award, she also serves as poetry editor for Birmingham
Arts Journal.
What a wise grandma and librarian. I was saved by a bookmobile librarian who allowed me to check out any book. At that time, children were only led to the children's books! She shared good ones, too that I might not have found. Yes, librarians can save us! I love your story, Irene!
ReplyDeleteI think we all must have our own "saved by the library" story. Thanks for sharing yours Irene.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful story, Irene!
ReplyDeleteThe power of books and a smart Grandma!
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