Alone, Together
It was evening, and I pulled the shades up on the big windows in the reading room of the Koren Library at Luther College against the afternoon glare. In the summers, there were far fewer students roaming campus and the room was almost empty. But it was I who had opened the library that day, picked up the newspapers lying on the doorstep and strung them on their wooden stick holders and put them on the racks. The librarians were on vacation, and I was in charge for a couple of weeks in 1966. I had worked at least half time, and often more, at the library throughout my years at college. Under the watchful eyes of Miss Jacobsen and Miss Alsaker, I had filed the typed cards in the many drawers of the card catalog, recorded the arrival of periodicals in log books and gone into the stacks with cartloads of books to shelve according to the Library of Congress system. In a library there is only one place for anything. This library was very short of space and we struggled to fit in new books
