She was the reason I became a librarian. Not because she told me to — because watching her work made me understand it was a calling, not a job.
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March 8, 1941 – January 3, 2026 · 84 years
"She made every room feel like home."
She was the reason I became a librarian. Not because she told me to — because watching her work made me understand it was a calling, not a job.
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Grandma sent me a book every birthday until I was 30. Always with a handwritten note explaining why she chose it. I have all of them still.
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Mrs. Pearce helped me find my love of reading when I was twelve and struggling in school. She found me a book about a boy who looked like me and cared about things I cared about. That was everything.
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Victoria was my closest friend for 40 years. We met at a library conference in 1983 and I never stopped talking to her. I will miss her letters most of all.
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Mum, you gave me the gift of books and through them an entire world. I am still inside the one you built for me.
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My mother crossed an ocean with almost nothing. She built a life of complete fullness. I am in awe of her and I always will be.
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She showed up to my first book club meeting in 1992 and never missed a single one. She always had the best questions.
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Victoria catalogued the largest private donation in our library's history — 4,000 volumes — by herself over three months. Her dedication was unmatched.
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The library will feel like a museum without her in it. She was its living heart.
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Gran had a book for every occasion. When I failed my exams, she handed me "East of Eden" and said: read this before you decide anything. I did. She was right.
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