ALFRED REITMAN: Shares love for library

TO THE EDITOR:

The library, my childhood discovery, became my “Plato’s cave” without the constraints of limitations. No didactic teachers, but librarians who acted like scouts of a wagon train, directing you to your areas of interest. These librarians, lovely mother substitutes, re-enforced curiosity and encouraged its inhabitants to march onward without hesitation — no mountain too big to overcome, no thought or word an obstacle.

Alternate routes of learning always available, via assistance from staff, even if temporarily hidden. The light of knowledge always cures darkness.

The key to this infinite world was my name listed on a card beneath the library location with a number for identification. l became a world traveler without restrictions. I transformed into different personalities with new identities, traveled via my imagination and was always able to find my way home before dark. l always returned more courageous and less fearful. The power of words and thoughts were my sword and shield against bullies and troubled adults.

My library gave me the internal strength to outrun and survive the conditions of my community. The names of these librarian angels are lost to the vapor of time, but my love for them remains everlasting.

Alfred Reitman

Onekama

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