November 30, 1964
Back to the old homestead - the library, that is! I finally took back that nun book. That was good. I had to get a whole mess of books on Julius Caesar (the play).
I feel so bad that Sam is getting old and slow lately. It seems like only yesterday that he was a spry young gentleman, but now he’s 10 years old.
I guess I’ll go to Danbury Wednesday and see what I can get for Mom and Dad for Christmas.
November 30, 2022
What a quandary! Do I write about the New Milford Library or our brown mutt, Sam? The library is tugging a little harder, so I will save Sam for another day.
I wasn’t kidding about it being “the old homestead”. Next to our tri-level split house on Sherwood Drive, my happiest times were spent at the beautiful old library on the town green. It’s bigger now, with a new modern addition. But they didn’t touch the original 1897 building, thank goodness.
Not being old enough to drive, I usually had to depend on one of my parents to get me to the village center. Mom might be shopping at the First National - grocery store, not a bank - or Dad heading into the newspaper office where he worked. Once at the library, I could stay only until their errands were done. There was a limit of the number of items that could be charged out, so the “whole mess” of books for my Julius Caesar project in English class was actually not more than four. At some point, I discovered that I could also check out LPs; the only one I remember was Andy Williams’ “Danny Boy and Other Songs I Love to Sing”, which I borrowed more than a couple of times. His performance of the title song was so unforgettable that in 1986, I named my son Daniel so I could sing that song to him. He hates it.