Telling my story

April is known for many things…touted as the cruelest month (oh how true this year!), National Poetry Month, and most importantly, the return of America’s pastime.

Outside of the library world, however, it is hardly known that April is also School Library Month. I’ve never made a big deal out of it in the past, as I intrinsically celebrate every month as school library month, but this year, inspired by the school librarian twittersphere to share how becoming a librarian changed my life, I offer this.

Libraries have always loomed large in my life. Memory fragments:

  • A small-town library of my early childhood housed in a remodeled farmhouse
My childhood library

My childhood library

  • The more imposing brick edifice where I spent my tween and teen years both as a patron and a page
Where I hung out in the stacks

Where I hung out in the stacks

  • The city libraries of Hartford and Evanston where I worked/studied as a college student
  • Years serving as both a friend and trustee of suburban libraries in New Hampshire and Massachusetts

 

Yes, libraries have been woven into the very fabric of my existence.

And yet, when it came time to declare a major in college, I was encouraged to choose economics by the esteemed chairman of the department.

And when job-hunting in the late 1970’s (when library jobs paid mere pittances, especially to those without a Master’s degree), I chose banking.

Yes, the glasses were big. It was the 80's!

Yes, the glasses were big. It was the 80’s!

A banker I remained for over ten years, rising to the position of Assistant Vice President and Branch Manager. The transition from numbers gal to bibliogal took almost as long, but a much more circuitous route. For seven years, after the birth of my second child, I explored options–from stay-at-home Mom to home daycare provider to educational toy store clerk to playgroup manager.

And then a serendipitous glance at a job posting in the local paper led me to a part-time paraprofessional job at a nearby public library. I had come home. Within months I had enrolled in a masters program and one year later I was hired as a school librarian, in a job that I still hold today, sixteen years later.

So, how did becoming a librarian change my life? It gave me back my life. My true, authentic life.

The life of a little girl who would rather organize and arrange Barbie’s outfits and accessories than actually dress her in them.

The life of a teenager whose hangout was the library stacks and whose friends were the nerds back there with her.

The life of a young adult who sought out the nearest library before finding the nearest establishment serving adult beverages when moving to a new community.

The life of an adult who cares more about what others are reading than what cars they drive.

How did I become a librarian? I think I always was one. It just took forty-plus years before I could actually put it on my resume.