While I was growing up, my hometown continued to shift and alter as well. The historical building that once housed our library is long gone, and in its place, stands a modern structure.
Visiting the original building felt like stepping onto a page of history. Beautiful architectural features welcomed patrons: columns, a hardwood foyer, oak bannisters, arched doorways and ornate trim work. I still remember, with great fondness, the old book smell, sagging shelves, and card catalogue system. Before setting out on summer vacations to northern Ontario cottages, I would sign out an armful of books to read on splintery docks.
My first elementary school was called the Goshen Side Road Elementary. Cow pastures surrounded our playground on three sides. With only three classrooms, you can well imagine, there was no room for a library in our building. Visits by the bookmobile brought us no end of joy. This travelling library was a big purple transport truck; bookcases lined the inside of the trailer. Each child was allowed to sign out two books, then the truck was off to visit the next school.
Today, waiting for a book to arrive means I am waiting for my Chapters/Indigo order to come through the mail slot. I’ve resisted the move to e-books, so far. There is a tactile experience to holding a book that can’t be satisfied by holding a Kindle.
I must confess that technology is adding to my book experience in an unexpected way.
Through the magic of Pinterest, I am curating a world where I am surrounded by books. When I need to reconnect with that old book smell or surround myself with a gallery of books that could never fit within my house, I log on, and walk slowly through my collection of nostalgic library and bookshop photos.
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