“Remembering speechlessly we seek the great forgotten language, the lost lane-end into heaven, a stone, a leaf, an unfound door. Where? When? O lost, and by the wind grieved, ghost, come back again.” Thomas Wolfe, Look Homeward, Angel Recently a man renovating a house on East Chestnut Street found a box of letters and pictures,
It is perhaps odd to begin a brand new blog–a professional library blog—with a woo-woo* story. But it would not seem odd if you worked in the North Carolina Room at Pack Memorial Library, where woo-woo experiences are as common as pickles next to a grilled cheese sandwich. When this one occurred, I vowed to start