So true. The local librarian in my small town loved it when my sister and I visited. She would give “Pindy” a dime to go and get her a donut from the cafe, too. I’m sure we were her favorites? Anyway, she led me to the historical fiction section of the library and encouraged me to up my reading level while in grade school.
When I preferred reading to burning my skin at the public pool, I remember lazing about all summer long. “Giants in the Earth” was my first big novel, by Rolvaag. I’ve reread it three or four times since – just this past year as a matter of fact. I credit her with cultivating that thirst for history and the weaving of stories.
I think I’ll search out a donut this weekend in her honor!
