My grandmother’s best friend was the librarian, and she treated us like we were her nephews. Aunt Lanford worked in the library for as long as I can remember.
In the late 70’s encyclopedias were printed in black and white, television stations went off air at midnight, and the internet was only an idea in someone’s mind.
My access to View Masters and reels opened the world to me. View Masters were heavy metal devices, like binoculars, that had specially made reels which allowed you to see 3D images.
I had special privileges at the library and I could check out as many books as I wanted, but even more important was the fact that I could check out and take home the View Master and reels.
Leaving the library in my grandmother’s 1969 Chrysler New Yorker, with the hot black pleather seats, and hand crank windows, I wiggled in my seat with anticipation.
The clunky picture kaleidoscope had a unique way of making something interesting – like a visiting pastor during the long season of ordinary time (the thirty-three weeks between Pentecost and Advent).