Local library memories and stories; we all have them. How well I recall going up the squeaky steps of the former building that housed Washington Public Library, climbing steep wooden treads to get to the top floor of what was then city hall.
Our two oldest daughters, Jennifer and Rebecca, were just little ones in those days when books were still hand stamped at checkout. The girls counted the steps as we clasped hands to reach those heavenly stacks of stories in a library then overseen by the amazing, and dedicated Velma Stroetker, city librarian for 43 years.
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