Grandma’s Stories

Apr 23rd Library Card

Someone asked me about my library card?

It is amazing how an almost 70 year library card can find a safe place to hide all these years and still look good. The real story is how I got it.

In the early 1940’s,  we moved into the North St.Louis area, and I was sent to the bakery for cinnamon rolls. I’m six years old and on  the corner of Carter & Warne Ave., is  parked a mobile library trailer, not seen by me before. I could not just pass by, since they had two  doors opened. Nosy– me pokes my  head in and someone said, “come on in?” “I don’t know if I can ??  What are you here,  for?”.  Someone said, “You can have a book if you have a library card!” “I’ll come back.”

I had to run as fast as I could to the bakery and home, and back to the mobile library. When I got there, they helped me fill out the library card and pointed me to the  area that would interest me. I picked out a book that had a picture covering the whole front cover. Across the top was the name of the book, Madeline. I could hardly wait till I was back home, to show Mother. My mother read to me and my brothers and she was happy with my selection .She  also helped me  to read it.  The story of Madeline, seemed as if , to be about me.

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