Written by Amy Johnson Crow’s Challenge 52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks
Week 5: At the Library Some ways you could interpret this theme include: an ancestor that you discovered while researching at the library; an ancestor who was a librarian or an author; an ancestor who had a large book collection; an ancestor who you picture being in a library; or maybe a relative who took you to the library
The truth is I couldn’t find a librarian in my tree. I know a lot of book readers in my tree but no librarians. So I decided to share a little about myself. I grew up in Glenwood, Minnesota. We have a public library in town. It was built in 1908. My mom would take my sister and I there all the time. I have never been the type to sit down and read book after book but what I do enjoy is the hunt. I remember looking over all the different book covers. Searching for the one that would catch my eye and keep my attention. Back in the 70’s, they had children books on records. To me that was the best way to read. I would come home with a bunch of records instead of books.
School has always been a challenge for me. We were assigned books that needed to be read. Classes that required chapters upon chapters of books to be read before the next day. These were often too much for me. Most of the time it was on topics or subjects that just didn’t interest me. So getting things read was mind numbing. There were a lot of unforeseen naps.
I did succeed in was research papers or anything that needed searched and documented. While other classmates seem to struggle and agonize over the whole process, I could breeze through it effortlessly. In my junior and senior year of high school, I chose to take part in an hour of study work as a librarian’s aide. I loved this hour each day.
As a young parent, I followed in my mother’s footsteps and brought my girls to the library every other week. During those young years they were able to check out tons of VHS tapes and book on tape. My girls would come home with a bag or two full of treasures from the library.
When I look back on my young life, I wish I would’ve been more aware of the possibilities of becoming a professional librarian. I believe I would’ve loved it as a career. Today I find myself in different libraries named historical societies. I have been known to loose track of hours there. I become that giddy child again, Searching and reading.
Wishing you another great week.