Some kind of freedom she gave us. Never did she censure us for interrupting a story to ask questions. Like my mother, she was a giver of learning. She gave it out freely. Afterwards, on the way back to school, our Story Lady showed us where the poor sparrows had plopped in the street.
Stars do fall.
For me, the American library is a living entity. It is consciousness that thrives and grows on those who partake of it. But they were both what libraries are about, I think. Libraries are the repositories of our collective memory, our history, our traditions, our yesterdays, our news of the day and our tomorrows. They allow us to know about all of us or they should.