![]() ![]() Nobody else ever seemed to visit that treasure trove. I fell in love with that little library and promised myself to read every book on the children’s shelf! I also loved the musty old library tucked away in a tiny, upstairs garret at Temple Emanuel. When we moved from Newton Highlands to Newton Center - near what is now the Memorial Spaulding School - and I got old enough, I would ride my bike to the Oak Hill Library. I loved books and loved that our family lived in Boston - a hub of publishing and of the book business. I adored my grandmother - and associated her with books. I don’t know how often we actually went, but it made an impression. We went once, twice, maybe a half-dozen times. Afterwards, we had ice cream at an old-fashioned ice-cream parlor with wrought-iron chairs. ![]() It was probably Lauriat’s in Chestnut Hill, or perhaps it was one in downtown Boston. When I was a child growing up in Newton, my grandmother (who lived in Brookline at the time) and I visited an old-fashioned bookstore. ![]() Jewish learningFinding Your Sacred Space at Home ![]()
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