From 1968 until July 31, 2022, I had one librarian.
At the start, when I was five, racing into the Davenport Public Library weekly, the overdue fines piled up fast. But Miss. Murray never refused to check out a book to me. She kept a quiet tally, trusting someday I would settle up.
More than fifty years later, she was still on the job, aiding research involved in writing projects, sending me notes like this:
“The Special Collections Department had the enclosed information I thought you would like to have.”
Rochelle played an important role in the local writing community that offered me a safe and inspiring haven when I had no other hopeful place to go as a troubled teenager in Urban Iowa. She was a staunch advocate of literacy, a gentle warrior the world is weaker without.
To read more about her remarkable life, follow the link below.