Some of the women in town took a red wagon and went door to door collecting books. The first library was the upstairs of the old village hall building, and it was there for many years.

It was very crowded in the village hall. It was used very much. That's how we got a new library building.

The town was growing and there wasn't room for anything new. Near the end of the time there, if we bought a book, we had to take a different one off of the shelf because of the weight on the floor.

It was his first big concert. We had a couple of guys at the door with paper sacks collecting the money.

Second hand books are wild books, homeless books; they have come together in vast flocks of variegated feather, and have a charm which the domesticated volumes of the library lack.

Overall, the library held a hushed exultation, as though the cherished volumes were all singing soundlessly within their covers.