This is the story about my favorite library, by far the _biggest_ building I’ve ever experienced.
You walk in and right away, there’s a feeling - the smells of millions of pages & all the people who ever touched them.
-one of our babies, quietly happy
-the early spring brook behind our house
- the approaching rain wall of a thunderstorm
- a simmering stew
- a walk through a forest this time of year
-the crackle of a wood fire
and rustling books.
It’s the sound and energy of people without some of the noise of people.
Little ole’ me.
The most important thing I ever got on loan from the library was agency and I could borrow it for two weeks at a time.
Pick whatever books you would like said the grownups.
What kind of crazy place was this library?
To this day, I find it hard to let go of a tote bag b/c it once carried worlds.
Wanted to read more about Mars? Origami? Abraham Lincoln? Hermes? Mummies? The Grand Canyon? Hank Aaron? Unsolved Mysteries? Math puzzles? NASA? The Kit fox? A little subtle finger work & you're on your way.
My deeply beloved library, a cornerstone of my childhood and my adult self, is the far more unassuming Tippecanoe branch: mpl.org/hours_location…
(built, as it turns out, just a year before I was born)
From the rooftops, truly, madly, deeply, THANK _YOU_.
Not about the size of the Tippecanoe Branch of @MilwaukeePubLib.
That’s still the biggest building I have ever known (best step off, Boeing Everett Factory: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boeing_Ev…).