Found three boxes of old photographs while clearing out the study —
mostly of the reading room before the 2003 renovation. Decided this
retirement needs a project, so I'm scanning them one at a time and
writing down what I remember about each. Starting here.
Ingrid Holm
Two weeks later
Eleven posts in and I still don't know if anyone but my sister is
reading these. Nearly stopped this week — it felt a little silly, typing
into what might be an empty room. Kept going anyway. Scanned the photo of
the old card catalogue today. Nobody under forty will know what it is.
Ingrid Holm
One month later
Got a message today from Berit, who I worked the front desk with for a
decade and hadn't spoken to in years — she'd found the blog somehow and
remembered the exact photo I posted last week before I'd even captioned
it. Sat with my tea for a long while after reading that. Definitely not
stopping now.