Library turns childhood dreams to reality
To the editor:
My name is Valerie Peters and my library number at the Taylor Library is 2201.
My family moved to Derry in 1992, when I was 3 years old. One of the very first places in town that my mother brought me to was the Taylor Library. Little did she know it, but she had just brought me to the institution that had the most profound influence on my childhood.
I started to attend story hour, and after story hour was finished, my mother, brother, and I picked out books to take home for the week. Before my brother and I could peer over the front desk, we knew, and all of the librarians knew, that our library number was 2201. The librarians knew to tell my brother when they got a new book about trucks, and they could recommend anything for me, because I developed an insatiable appetite for reading. And I kept reading, and I kept going to story hour. I didn’t go because I wanted to help my school make adequate yearly progress for literacy standards; I went because I wanted to hear Marge’s voice as she read us a story, and I wanted to find out what book Linda chose to fit the story hour theme. I wanted to use scissors and glue, and sometimes even paint, and I wanted to have a craft to take home. I wanted to be with other children, and I wanted my friends to come, too.
The Taylor Library, much like Shel Silverstein’s Giving Tree, did not stop enriching my life after I outgrew story hour. I came back in the summers to volunteer at story hour for children aged 4 to 6. One day, I helped a 5-year-old with bright blond hair and joyous energy make a craft project. Afterwards, the boy leapt into my arms and hugged me. He probably doesn’t remember this, but I do, for it was then that I realized how much I love working with children. A decade later, the boy is installing storage units at the Taylor Library for his Eagle Scout project, and I went on to major in education and teach at an elementary school.