Books and reading are important,” Mom said, as we traveled back and forth on Saturday mornings, to our local public library. I can still remember the beautiful smell of entering the old building that was our hometown library. The library was located on one floor of the Masonic Temple, at that time. I recall the silence and the importance of being quiet so as not to disturb others who were reading or looking for books to take home. We came home each Saturday, with some new books to read. In my preteen years, I can recall reclining on a glider on our front porch, reading from one of those books. The stories took me to many exotic and exciting places and occasionally into frightening circumstances with the characters. And who can ever forget the books, such as Under the Lilacs, Little Women, Black Beauty, or whatever you like to remember. Read more for special music for this post today.