Story time at the Lodi Library

Yesterday I was in Barnes and Nobles, the woman at the help desk directed me to the section I was looking for. What I was looking for happened to be near the help desk so as I wandered around her voice traveled through my ears, into my brain and activated my memory. I looked over and watched her as she interacted with customers; animated face, big smile. I was going to go over and ask her something but instead closed my eyes to enjoy a memory.

Story time at the Lodi Library. My mom would take me. It was downstairs, we would all gather round, sitting on the floor looking up at the story teller who would read with her distinct voice, big smile and animated face. Then she’d turn the book to show us the illustrated pages. I loved it and I loved the memory of it.

When I opened my eyes she was gone. Hesitation causes road kill. I went about my business and when it was time to leave I looked around for her, more listening for her than looking for her. As fate would not disappoint me she was at the checkout register. She asked me how I was and I replied. Then I said “you used to read story time at the Lodi Library?” It was more of a statement than a question. I told her how much I loved it and what a great memory to have.

Now she reads story time at Barnes and Nobles. I wonder what the age limit is for sitting in.

Liz Weaver