My mom, loved to do little things and sometimes grand things for people -- some she knew, some she'd never seen before and would never see again. If she took her car in for any sort of service -- she took donuts and cider. If she got the hankering, she'd buy dinner for a stranger without them knowing she had paid the bill. It is so much fun doing things for others.
The house is far enough off the road, that I never see who has stopped at the library. I don't know who has been thankful for what we've offered them. The children's books go very fast, so I am especially happy to know that children are getting their little hands on the written word.
I established the library in Mom's memory because I thought she'd delight in the idea that people were having wonderful adventures with books and enriching life, one page at a time. Mom and I shared a love of books, and stories. Of course, she's the one who started me on that journey. It's one little magical pocket of happiness.
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