Reinventing the Librarian of Congress

Charlotte Canelli is the library director of the Morrill Memorial Library in Norwood, Massachusetts. Read Charlotte's column in the May 26, 2016 edition of the Norwood Transcript and Bulletin. 

            I visited the Library of Congress on a trip to Washington, DC in 1999 and I applied for my first LOC library card. During that first trip to the Library of Congress I was awed that I, merely a citizen of the United States, could get a library card from such an iconic American institution. I remember registration as quick and, while I managed to visit a few of the library’s research collections, I admit that I really just loved returning home with the card in my wallet.

The Bravest Character I Know

Nancy Ling is an Outreach Librarian at the Morrill Memorial Library. Read the published version of Nancy Ling's column in the May 19, 2016 edition of the Norwood Transcript and Bulletin.

I thought I would take this opportunity to let someone else’s words speak to our library readers. This year the topic for our annual essay contest was “The Bravest Character I know.” We had over 100 entries and while the decision to choose winners from the various age groups is never easy, the best writing seems to rise to the top.

Saying Goodbye to Big Blue

Librarian April Cushing is head of Adult and Information Services at the Morrill Memorial Library. Read her column published in the May 12, 2016 issue of the Norwood Transcript Bulletin.

I paced the mini-mart attached to the former Mobil station on Nahatan Street, anxious why it was taking so long. My recent inspection had resulted in a big red rejection sticker, so this was the last hurrah. The door to the garage finally opened. The verdict was in.

Player Piano

Sam Simas is a Technology Assistant at the Morrill Memorial Library this winter and spring. Read Sam's column in the May 5, 2016 issue of the Norwood Transcript and Bulletin.

           Alice cleans up when people move, or leave, or need to cut the clutter of their never-organized closets.  And she finds, between the discarded lamps, yellow curtains, creaking bed frames, rusted bicycles, and cracked tile floors, the remnants of family holidays, birthdays, and many, many, abandoned pianos.