When I decided to become a librarian, I had already spent the first half of my life raising my family of daughters. I had just turned 47 when I returned to graduate school in library science. It was a natural reinvention of my life after having spent years reading to my children and volunteering in their school libraries. After homeschooling one of my daughters, and serving as home librarian, I slipped effortlessly into the role of children’s librarianship.
I was wise to subscribe to these words attributed to Confucius (551-479 BC): Find a job that you love and you’ll never work a day in your life. (A friend of mine left his career as a certified public accountant because he wanted to love his job as much as I loved mine. He is a librarian today, working as a public library director in New York State.)
A few of my favorite books published during the years I worked as a children’s librarian were the unusually illustrated picture books known as the Henry Books by D.B. Johnson. In them, Johnson whimsically make sense of some of the complicated, yet paradoxically simple philosophies of New England’s Henry David Thoreau.