OLD YARDLEY LIBRARY ON AFTON LAKE, YARDLEY, PA
Just saying or thinking about the library brings such warm and happy feelings to me. I remember walking my younger brother to the library in my hometown to assist him in getting his first Library Card. I think he was about seven years old and there is almost a ten year difference between us. I was a regular at the library and was well known by the librarian, especially in the summer. I did not need to have a parent’s signature back then. I would take a large brown paper grocery bag and fill it up with books which I would return in a week, way before they were due. Our library was by the town lake so was very picturesque as well. My brother had watched me do this for a few weeks and decided he would like to try out the library also. So I was his escort and since this was his first time I thought we should limit the books he checked out. Whew did I have a load of books that week. So much for limiting!
I spoke with my brother recently, and he brought up his first visit to our local library. I was also surprised to learn that he still has his library card and carries it in his wallet.