Another American Adventure: The Library

Thursday, January 27, 2011

The Library

I just love my local library. Have I said that before? They did a makeover last summer, which John hasn't see yet, so I'm forever telling him how nice it is. It's very quiet and peaceful, besides looking good. I guess I'm a library kind of person. I like the Florida theme that is woven through everything, the photos on the wall, the grasses in the glass, even the floor and upholstery. Oh, and the books (and tapes and videos and newspapers and magazines) are nice too.

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BarbaraJanuary 28, 2011 at 6:27 PM
Looks like a comfy place to curl up with a book! I like the decorating scheme -- kind of refreshing.
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beth cioffolettiJanuary 29, 2011 at 10:15 AM
It's a very different feel than "up North", that's for sure.
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"In those first days, people said, a squirrel could run the long length of Pennsylvania without ever touching the ground. In those first days, the woods were white oak and chestnut, hickory, maple, sycamore, walnut, wild ash, wild plum, and white pine. The pine grew on the ridgetops where the mountains' lumpy spines stuck up and their skin was thinnest.

"The wilderness was uncanny, unknown. Benjamin Franklin had already invented his stove in Philadelphia by 1753, and Thomas Jefferson was a schoolboy in Virginia; French soldiers had been living in forts along Lake Erie for two generations. But west of the Alleghenies in western Pennsylvania, there was not even a settlement, not even a cabin. No Indians lived there, or even near there.

"Wild grapevines tangled the treetops and shut out the sun. Few songbirds lived in the deep woods. Bright Carolina parakeets - red, green, and yellow - nested in the dark forest. There were ravens then, too. Woodpeckers rattled the big trees' trunks, ruffed grouse whirred their tail feathers in the fall, and every long once in a while a nervous gang of empty-headed turkeys came hustling and kicking through the leaves - but no one heard any of this, no one at all."

Annie Dillard, An American Childhood.