I was raised in libraries–we went all the time, where ever we were living, in the US or overseas. As my mother approached the end of her life, she planned her memorial service, and we discussed where it might be held.  I suggested the library! Each time my children learned to write their name and were old enough for a library card they got one. During the almost 50 years I lived in Boston, I loved the Copley Square library and often went to special events there.

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