NotHardUp1
What? Me? Really?
Loved my town library although it wasn't that big. They always had just about every daily newspaper and monthly magazines.
The new library they built was a big two stories and beautiful.
Our hometown library was a place of pride, a beautiful brick building downtown, across from the courthouse, and with large windows and beautiful wood inside, and cool air, and an almost reverent atmosphere. It never occurred to us to raise our voices, not any more than we would have in a sanctuary. We revered reading and learning, even though we viewed reading as fun, too, and joined the summer reading contests as children.
A couple of decades ago, I was heartbroken to learn the library had burned down, a total loss. It had historic documents in it and other irreplaceables. The fire was arson. The head librarian was embezzling hundreds of thousands of dollars from the funds, to gamble, and had lost it all. The Board was in the midst of an audit and she was sure to get caught, so set the fire in an attempt to obliterate it.
A librarian burning a library. The thought is as anathema as learning your elementary school teacher had been the one stealing lunch money out of desks during recess.
There are no words.


