It's time to rediscover your public library. Whether you regularly visit each week or you haven't been here since the day before your elementary school report on a U.S. state was due, there is more here for you than you know.
Everyone knows that we have books at the library, and some that depend on us for our books worry that libraries are changing so much that soon we'll stop collecting them. I'd like to reassure all the book lovers and prolific readers out there that everyone at the library believes deeply in the value of books. We will protect your privacy and intellectual freedom to read for as long as we live. We care about your mind, about your opportunities to connect with other people and other ideas, to share the knowledge and skills you've acquired and to build on those, learning and discovering more.
Our column will be in the Star-Review each week providing a glimpse of such opportunities, for readers and non-readers alike. It comes from people associated in some way with the Northern Onondaga Public Library (NOPL), which serves the areas of Brewerton, Cicero, and North Syracuse, with a library in each of those locations. We hope to provide a glimpse of things we're seeing and learning at the library that are too exciting to keep to ourselves. These communities around NOPL are full of bright, active, interesting, generous people, many of whom you may feel compelled to meet at the library.
Contact Meg Backus, email@example.com or 699-2534 with any comments or recommendations for this column, and visit nopl.org to leave feedback or ask specific questions about our libraries.
This week, I'd like to introduce an exceptional group of people who meet at the library. They are the NOPL Knitters. The group meets at the library at Cicero every Tuesday at 11:00am. This gathering was organized primarily by Sheila Farley, a talented and dedicated knitter. When she talks about knitting, she reminds me of Rainer Maria Rilke in his Letters to a Young Poet, the collection of letters he wrote from 1903-1908 with advice to a would-be poet. He writes: