When I was only a little girl, who had just learned to read, my mom took me to the library and enrolled me in the Summer Reading Club. She had always been an avid reader and, of course, I wanted to be just like her. Eventually, I would learn why she loved reading so much ~ to continue learning new things as well as a necessary form of escapism. I emulated her by borrowing almost as many books as she and, soon, my Summer Reading Club Chart filled up. Over the years, we would spend hours looking for new reading material and visit different branches to broaden our selection.
Libraries were our “Google” before computers were in every home. It’s where we went when we did research for essays and other such school projects. We didn’t have the option of searching an entire card catalog in a matter of seconds. Finding the books we needed/wanted took some time. Old school research was more work, but it kept us reading books.
My enjoyment of going to the library has stayed with me because it’s one of the things that helps me stay connected to my mom since her passing in early 2014. I don’t always have time to read every book I borrow nowadays, but that’s okay. I sometimes go to my local library to read for a little while and do some writing; I’ve always had a need for escapism just as my mother did when she delved into her pile of books. She and I related well on so many levels, which is why we were always so close. Our future home will have its own library, with shelves and shelves of books, and the comfiest chairs; I’ll dedicate it to my mother’s memory, of course, for her part in my love of reading and understanding of the value of escapism.
Thank you, Mom. ❤
“I don’t have to look far to find treasures. I discover them every time I visit a library.” ~Michael Embry