My memories of growing up with books in the 1950’s and 60’s
Listen up, you youngsters who read blog posts like this (if you exist): an old man is going to tell some tales of what it was like in the Old Days when books -- yes, books, of the paper variety -- were way more important in people's lives than they are now. These memories were stimulated by the donation I made today of eight boxes containing 201 books to the Friends of Salem Public Library. Needing to downsize my collection, I spent quite a bit of time culling through a bunch of books, deciding which of them I'd fallen sufficiently…
