Story Archive





Lexi A. (August 3, 2017)
Here are some quotes that have inspired me: dreams and dedication are a powerful combination. Another one is let your smile change the world but don’t let the world change your smile. Here are some facts about me: I love gymnastics. I don’t like chocolate syrup and a little story of my life is when I was little I ate so many carrots and my nose turned orange.

Evangelina Williams (August 10, 2017)
Marilyn Fairchild was born in baton rouge, Louisiana. 1967. Marilyn had two sisters and one younger brother. at age seven, her mother passed away, and her father was busy, so she was left to take care of her younger brother and sister. At 14, her father passed away as well. so she and her siblings were sent to live with their older sister Beverly. As Marilyn grew up, she faced many challenges and hardships, but she was able to push though it all. Marilyn ended up with a bachelors degree at L.S.U in Louisiana. and two masters degrees at the U of M, after moving to Minnesota. Marilyn now lives in St.. Paul, MN with her three children and loving husband. That is the story of my mother, Marilyn Fairchild.

Khun Myo (August 14, 2017)
I’m a work study student at George Latimer Central Library. I work in the innovation lab assisting patrons with equipment and teaching classes on video editing. A couple weeks ago, there was a refugee exhibit where people come and have discussions. I was inspired by it, and I wanted to share my experience as a refugee. Attached is an essay that I wrote back in my high school senior year, and it pretty much explains the events and the things that I’ve went through.

Pauline McMahon (August 15, 2017)
In the late ’50’s I worked in the “Reading Room” of the Central library. My most abiding memory was the end of the workday when the staff walked through the stacks to warn patrons of the need to check out as the library would close in 15 minutes. After the time was up and a search of all rooms was made and it was verified all was clear, the janitor, standing in the hall between the “Reading Room” and “Reference”, banged two tin pie plates together, signaling the end of our day. It was music to my ears.

Annelieses Lindfors (August 24, 2017)
When I was 5-years-old, we were coming home from the library. I was scootering down a big hill and my older sister was running next to me. She was going a little faster than me, I was trying to dodge her but it was too hard for me, I ran straight into her, she fell over landing like superman and skinned both her knees and her elbow. She was crying. I helped her up but she still mad at me.

E., age 7 and T., age 4 (August 26, 2017)
We got caterpillars and eggs and we got them milkweed from the alley and they grew. Then they made cocoons and then they turned into butterflies and we released them. They are going to lay some more eggs and then they fly to Mexico and also Minneapolis.”

Hawkin Berg (August 30, 2017)
I like the gym, the soccer goals outside, the playground, storytime and I like to play in the gym. I like to check out books, and do the scavenger hunt activities and coloring sheets. That’s about all.

Adele Greenlee (September 10, 2017)
When my friends and I tired of our play on hot summer afternoons in the mid-1950s, we might decide to go to the library. Our parents assumed that we, as 10-year-olds, could safely go about the neighborhood by ourselves. We would walk to the Arlington Branch Library along our elm-shaded street to sunny commercial Payne Avenue, and then up Geranium Avenue the Arlington Branch Library. Inside the library, we walked into quiet. On hot days, the hanging lights were sometimes turned off, but the tall windows provided soft natural lighting, and the whirling fans provided a measure of coolness. The library’s open space was one open room, but little nooks and corners were created by bookshelves jutting out from each side of the large windows. My space was the children’s fiction section. One shelf had a small glass case where the librarians would create book-related dioramas. Seeing all the reading possibilities gave me a feeling of quiet excitement. I would pick out new books to try but would also chose one of my favorites to read again: the Betsy-Tacy series (Lovelace), Anne of Green Gable series (Montgomery), Skating Shoes and the other Shoe books (Streatfield), Heidi (Spyri), The Jennifer Wish books (Smith), and Nobody’s Girl (Malot).  
Coming home, I would say good-bye to my friends and settle in on our front porch to decide which book I should choose to read first. It wouldn’t take long for me to become totally engrossed in my reading and oblivious to what was happening around me. My favorite book characters and their worlds became almost as real to me as my own life. 
I did not own many of my own books, and our school, Phalen Park Elementary, did not have a library, so it was the public library that provided most of my reading. Thinking about my childhood visits to the small but beautiful Carnegie library and remembering the books I loved flood me with sweet memories. Thank you, Saint Paul Public Library and Happy 100th anniversary!

Kathy Hale (October 15, 2017)
Used Adams School library until bookmobile took its place and then used Central as there was no library in my neighborhood (W. 7th). Mrs. Alice Knauss was the librarian at Monroe High School. She allowed me to work in the library, and I could practice my typing on the ancient typewriter as I prepared card catalog cards. We discussed books, philosophy, life and more. I cherish those discussions now. I read books most high schoolers didn’t read at that time, and Mrs. Knauss encouraged me to do so. Moby Dick was one of my favorites which I read as a freshman. Great memories. As an adult I worked in a tiny library in the middle of nowhere at 9,000 ft. in CO for 4 yrs. More great memories.

Michael Russelle (October 28, 2017)
Books can’t float, but they can help keep our heads above water.
Our fourth-grade daughter was angry that we had moved from Lincoln, Nebraska — so far away from all her friends. She was lonely and she was bored. It was August, hot and humid, and all the local kids were “up North at the lake.”
There was one saving grace for her in this all-too-quiet neighborhood 35 years ago — our rental unit was just a block from the St. Anthony Park Library.
Every other day (or was it every day?), our daughter walked to the library, carrying the stack of books she had just finished. A little while later (or was it hours later?), she would return home with a new stack.
Library books were the life rafts that helped her cross a sea of loneliness until the other children returned and school began.
What would she (and what would we) have done without the local library?