Today is National Library Workers Day. A day that I will happily help celebrate. I like to read so much that I sometimes wonder why I didn't become a librarian. It might have had something to do with role models. The only librarian I knew growing up in our small town was Miss Naomi Tremp, the same person who was the librarian when my father was growing up. She was quite elderly. The other librarian in my youth was our high school English and French teacher. Running the library seemed to be only an extra job for her. I did volunteer to help in the high school library whenever I could. I loved the library. In college my part time job was in the library. Not checking out books. I helped create bulletin board displays that teachers could check out and hang in their classrooms. I never got to stamp the due date on cards and slip them in the little pockets stuck inside the front cover of books. Miss Tremp always warned us never to take the card out of the pocket but that was just silly. They made the best and most obvious bookmarks. I have a friend from that same small town who, after 55 years in an office job, plans to retire. She will be 78 so it's probably about time. She loves to read even more than I do, and informed me recently that her local library in Ohio has offered her a part time job when she retires, and she is going to take it. I think Miss Tremp would be proud.
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