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Libraries of my youth.

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People today question the need for library funding. They think that this antiquated relic of the past is ready to be sent out to pasture. I could talk for hours on why libraries today are more needed than ever. How their free eBooks, on line access, free resume and job fairs are life lines for many but that is for another day. Today I want to talk about why they hold such a fond place in my heart. There are three libraries that shaped my childhood, The Lilly Pike Sullivan Municipal Library in Enfield, the Whitakers Public Library, and the library in my old K-12 school. Each holds special memories. My parents, sister, and grandparents were avid readers. Daddy as well as Papa loved westerns and mysteries. Funny they were father and son in law yet their tastes were nearly identical. Zane Grey was always to be found in both homes. Now grandmama usually read magazines, and those Janet Oak style books but truthfully catalogues where her medium of choice. She was one of the last hol

The Sugar Bowl

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Everyone has a kitchen junk cabinet or drawer I suppose. You know the type. That one skinny, almost useless cabinet drawer combo that all builders sneak in all houses since the early 1970s just so they can advertise the additional “counter space”. Well I am fortunately cursed, I have two. One is next to the door that opens to my garage, holding the random flotsam that speaks of my domestic prowess. The Kitchen Aide grinder attachment used for homemade sausage and an underutilized counter top ice cream maker make up the lion’s share. The other space is by far more interesting. On the left-hand side of my stove, flanking the door to my tiny dining room, is another skinny, narrow cabinet and drawer combo. The drawers on the bottom hold the vast majority of my cooking utensils. Wood and stainless-steel spoons collected and gifted over the years, various deadly looking implements for juicing, zesting, and pounding all matters of edibles to perfection. Above the handkerchief sized