The town I grew up in did have a library. And it was quite satisfactory in its own way. It was a single room that was open on Saturday afternoons, and Tuesday evenings. I and my mother or aunt would walk up, and the librarian would be waiting for us. “Here, these just came in from the bookmobile! You’ll like these. Carol-Ane, try this book.” We were never expected to bring our books back within two weeks. Obviously, once my mother had read the book, she would pass it on to my aunt, who would give the book to my grandmother, who in turn would hand it to my other aunt… …continue reading