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.