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<\/p>\nPhotographs of the fantastical library downtown with the huge green gargoyles.<\/p>\n
My dad had a long correspondence with a book collector in Ireland (well, he had many long correspondences with many book collectors in Ireland) – and this one guy had said that he had a collection of postcards of libraries in America. You can’t say something like that to my dad without him running with it. This book collector said that to my father in 1981, and there was never a town that my father went to, after that time, that he didn’t try to procure a postcard of the local library to send to this guy. We would laugh about this poor man in County Kerry, being like, “Jesus Mary and Joseph, enough with the postcards!” But I’m sure he loved them.<\/p>\n
I never did get a postcard of the Chicago library – and just personal photographs would not do for the collector – they had to be postcards … but I did give my dad these pictures nonetheless.<\/p>\n
An amazing building.<\/p>\n
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Photographs of the fantastical library downtown with the huge green gargoyles. My dad had a long correspondence with a book collector in Ireland (well, he had many long correspondences with many book collectors in Ireland) – and this one guy … Continue reading