Going to the library with my family of nine was a big production of finding books (and children) and loading them in the car. They were stately old Carnegie libraries, and I’m sure we were not the quietest patrons there. I discovered the 741 section by watching my older siblings. That’s where they kept the cartoon books. I’m not sure if we enriched our minds, but the library kept us entertained for a few hours.
That's my childhood memory of the library...what's yours?