To the editor:
Every day moms and dads bring their children to the library for story time, play time or just to find new books to read. I see the kids getting out of their minivans, stopping to say hello to the waterfall and running to the children’s department.
Once inside, they have to say hello to the train, walk over the bridge and give a shy wave or a hug to their favorite librarian. It is a routine that has been going on in one form or another for decades.
Back in the 1950s, one of those families included a matched pair of long-legged blond boys. They attended story time, checked out books, played at the park and generally enjoyed life in the small town of Greenwood.