Charlotte Observer Guest Column: How one Charlotte volunteer loves making a difference

Growing up in 1950s Lexington, N.C., I watched my girlfriends drooling over dolls and mudpies, playing mama and homemaker, and I thought, “Yuck.”
Me, I yearned for paper and books. When I discovered the Davidson County Public Library at age 6, it was heaven.
I hung out there every day after school. The world was sitting in musty, bound volumes on those shelves! The gray-bunned librarians maintained a tight ship; you could hear a pin drop in there. It was a welcome bonus that this wonder-filled place would let me borrow as many as I wanted. If I had been a bee, those books were my nectar.





