When I think of Library School, I think of the Florida State University School of Library and Information Studies. It’s called the College of Information now. When I was in second grade, my dad went to library school. He wanted to be a law librarian. I spent a lot of time there. I remember it better than I remember my mom’s part of the university, which was the Department of Religion.
I first checked out D’Aulaire’s Book of Greek Myths from the children’s library there. I made rubbings from a big clay fountainy thing in the front hall of the building. I spent a lot of time sitting outside the computer place (it’s probably all different now) being bored.
The grad students used to keep puzzles on card tables there, and my mom and I would do them.
My eighth birthday was spent in that building, being anxious and uncertain about the future. And bored. For some reason whenever I sat in front of the computer part of the library school, I never had a book. Or perhaps I only had a few, and finished them too quickly.
It’s all coming together a bit now. I’m reading Peter Pan. It feels like home, because the Comden and Greene musical is fairly faithful to the book, and I know the musical very well. I watched that musical on a big projector in the library school. It may have been around the time of my dad’s graduation. I’m not sure. I remember eating petit-fours.
This is how my memory is constructed. I like to make books part of my memories of a place, as much as smells or sounds. Library School will always equal D’Aulaire’s Book of Greek Myths to me.