Olga Klibo, 1914-2013
Sometimes they can knock you out.
Voices from the past. Returned to you. And then just as suddenly stilled.
You didn’t know Olga Klibo, and that’s too bad. If you’d known her when I did, in the 1970s, and if you’d been a child too, as I was, you might have learned to love reading and books just as I did: by your weekly visits to the Buellton ( Read more... )
Voices from the past. Returned to you. And then just as suddenly stilled.
You didn’t know Olga Klibo, and that’s too bad. If you’d known her when I did, in the 1970s, and if you’d been a child too, as I was, you might have learned to love reading and books just as I did: by your weekly visits to the Buellton ( Read more... )
I remember a librarian from my youth. She was Mrs. Urban (as far as I know, her first name was Mrs.), who was the librarian at the elementary school I went to. The library was founded while I was a student there, when I was in fourth or fifth grade. It was a single room on the second floor behind the bathrooms (the school had an auditorium and kitchen on the first floor, classrooms and offices on the third floor, and other rooms on the second).
It was not only a library but a learning center on how to use libraries. I had never been in a library before, and that was probably true for many of my fellow students. Mrs. Urban taught us how to use a card catalog, to find books on the shelves, to reserve books. She explained the Dewey Decimal System and how to use it to find books we didn't even know we were looking for. She showed us the electric pen that was used to engrave call numbers on the book spines.
The school library was for students only, so I never went back after I graduated after eighth grade. But the lessons Mrs. Urban taught served me well when I started using the county libraries.
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