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Originally Posted by Guest
When I was ten years old, I was born on June 23, 1965, our dog ran away on August 4, 1975...his name was Willie. My sister, her name was Nancy, cried day and night for almost a week, from August 4-11, 1975.
My friends, Billy Thompson, Paul Smith, Fred Black and I looked everywhere for the lost pup, but Willie could not be found.
After a week of searching our family, Robert, Mary, Steven, Nancy, Larry, John, Jacob, and I had given up all hope. Late on the evening of the seventh day, August 11, 1975, we received a call from Helen Gallow, the local law librarian who had been serving our community, Pittsburg, CA, for 28 years, 2 month and 4 days at the time.
She said that she had found Willie sitting on the steps of the local law library just peering through the window. We were all overjoyed and could not wait to welcome Willie (and Helen) into our waiting and open arms.
That was one of the happiest days of my life.
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I met a lot of law librarians from 1988 or so at SUNY at Buffalo's Law Library as well as at the U of MN Law Library and before that at the U of Denver Law Library and BYU Law Library. And Melanie a worker at the National Judicial College who was in some of my English courses at the University of Nevada, Reno.
Then the law librarian conventions in Reno, Minneapolis, New Orleans, and San Francisco and job interviews at the Kansas Supreme Court, the Washoe Couny Law Library and North Carolina Central University.
There are good and bad law librarians as far as ethics as well as skills are concerned.
I hope you enjoyed your times with Helen Gallow.