Intrinsic

I'd like to say how much I appreciate our libraries and I'm happy that regardless of the changes in communications and our communities local libraries continue to thrive.

I grew up in the 1960s and 70s, a child from Scotland whose mum took her each week to the library. Some of my earliest and happiest memories are of those visits. The librarians always greeted us with warm smiles and spoke to us about new books each time we came. They introduced us to Canadian culture and encouraged us to learn about local flora and fauna, impressing upon us our responsibility for its preservation.

In those days we were expected to be quiet and respectful in the library. There were no toys or entertainments beyond the books, and no one would have dreamt of bringing a drink or snack into the space. And yet, even as a young child, I felt very much at home there. It was a sanctuary of sorts, a safe place to relax, read, think, and grow.

I still love our local libraries. They're wonderful spaces full of opportunities for all sorts of different people. I borrow materials regularly and take my grandchildren to listen to stories and participate in activities. It seems to me that the whole world congregates in our libraries, and it gladdens my heart.

I don't know who deserves thanks for these wonderful places, but if you're in any way responsible for them then I thank you.