Library Story: pronunciation is arbitrary

When I was a kid I pretty much lived at the main branch of the Brookline Public Library. I had a favorite librarian, named Doris, and I knew every nook and cranny of the children’s department (which is different now.) I made little forts for myself under tables and chairs and read all day, every … More Library Story: pronunciation is arbitrary

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Library Story: Wash

I grew up in Belchertown Ma, near the Quabbin Reservoir. My street, Old Enfield Road ends in the water of the reservoir, and you can see the pavement trail off under the water. That’s because the town of Enfield Ma (along with 4 other towns) were demolished in the 1930s to build the Quabbin Reservoir (which … More Library Story: Wash

Library Stories: Shame

    An older man once embarrassed me in front of a group of people when he announced I was a sculptor, asked what the monument outside was about and by whom, and then shamed me when I didn’t know. I still don’t.     — anonymous Sculpture, large print Fine Arts Reading Room Main Branch