Saturday, September 13, 2008

Fuzzy Memories

If you've ever read my "about me" page on my website, my Tyndale-made bookmark, or the bios in my books, you've heard mention about the library my mom would drive the kids to weekly.

I was pretty young, probably pre-school, when we would visit the Troy Public Library. It was about a 20 minute drive from where we lived in Wynantskill, NY. I remember sitting in the Children's Room and staring at a scene from the story Gulliver's Travels that was high up on the wall.

In my fuzzy memory, it was a mural. But last month I visited "home." While I was there, I stopped at the Troy Public Library to donate a copy of Searching for Spice. And guess what? The picture isn't a mural, it's a large portrait.

As you can see, it sits on the mantel of a fireplace. It's still much as I remember it.

When I went into the library, I walked into the Children's Room and was very sad not to find the Gulliver's Travels picture that I remembered there. I toured the rest of that beautiful library and then happened to mention my disappointment to a librarian. She stopped what she was doing and led me right to it.

The Children's Room is actually two rooms. That, I didn't remember. There is a fireplace on your left as you walk in, but if you walk to the end of the room there's a door that leads to a room on the other side of that wall. That room has a matching fireplace and the portrait of Gulliver's Travels.

I tell you, I was so happy to see that portrait. Yes, I was.

4 comments:

tonya said...

How wonderful Megan, to be able to go back to see the picture you saw when you were little. I hope you had a grand time.

lynnrush said...

That's great, Megan. You are so lucky to have been able to go back there and that it was still there.

Thanks for the pictures!

Jan Parrish said...

How wonderful that it was there to view and photograph. Everything seems bigger when we are young. :)

Robbie Iobst said...

Memories. Like the corners of my mind. Misty, water-colored memories...of Troy Public Library.
Megan I sang that. Just for you. I love nostalgia. Fills you up like creamy hot chocolate, doesn't it?