In the 1950s, the Columbus branch was my library. My school did not have a library, and we had few books at home, but I could take out six books a week from the library. Every Friday, I would walk to 51st Street and 10th Avenue and climb the stairs to the children’s room. I can still remember the wooden shelves filled with books that lined the walls and the central desk where the librarian sat, checking my books in and out — Freddie the Pig was a favorite series. I have an enduring love of libraries and even worked for the main library on Fifth Avenue when I was a college student.
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