Latest in a series of posts on the Arts in Bethlehem
“Library”: from the Latin liber, book.
Do you remember when libraries were just books?
The small library tucked away just over the railroad hump in Lansdowne, Pa., during the 1940s and 1950s was as instrumental in shaping my mental and moral character as the Highland Ave. playground was in shaping my physical and social one.
There the building still is. Thank god it’s not a tattoo parlor or something. The spirit of the bun’d, bespectacled Miss Barrow must still reside beneath the eaves.
Our BAPL is not your grandfather Gadfly’s library. It’s so much more.
Would you join me tonight at the virtual library ?
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