Written by Peggy Hayes Van Devender
While Lemuria does not have the creaking floors, old wood shelving, and stern overseer as my first tabernacle (the original Meridian Public Library) I still pause before entering, less with reverence than anticipation. My first pilgrimage was many years ago to the two-story back side pocket of Highland Village. I do not remember how I learned of this chapel, for I lived a world away in Philadelphia, a temporarily retired schoolteacher, a wife, and a young mother. I assume it was the newspaper. However, I soon found the trips to the pediadontist and zoo detoured to this rarified air.
Even though I have appreciated the progress of the newsletter and fb page, I am drawn to the constant–books and those who read. I do still worship at the feet of the man wrote Spotted Horses, the woman who wrote ” A Worn Path,” and the Dane’s prophet; however, I enjoy the added flavor of mystery and history, my current leanings. I have appreciated Lemuria’s deacons helping me past Barr and Isaacson to Atkins and Berry.
Because of “miles to go,” I have rarely made a book signing event but I love knowing of those gifts. This supplicant did make it to one with Willie Morris, a true blessing. Furthermore, as someone who prefers local to chain , I appreciate the crusade of the independent in the congregation of City Lights, Page and Palette, and Square Books.
Alas, as I sit in my swing this glorious day, I can only lament that I just finished The Man Who Would Not Be Washington, for I do not have another at hand. I fear I underestimated my consumption until the next visit to hallowed halls. What about a branch in a small town? I do not know Mosaic law well, but I know the DDS.
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