The Caldwell-Lake George library in Lake George NY

The same day we continued on our libraries tour.

It’s just a hop, skip, and a jump from Warrensburg to Lake George NY.
But we drove.   The village, at the end of August, was full of tourists and
they were filling the sidewalks and going in and out of all the tee shirt
and souvenir stores.  I imagine the “million dollar beach” was pretty
full, too.  Are you confused?  There is Lake George–the lake–and Lake
George village which sits at the southern tip of the lake . . .That’s where
we are for this post.

Our next library stop was at 336 Canada Street.

Caldwell-Lake George library in Lake George NY

The original name of the village of
Lake George was Caldwell and when
this library was formed, a combination
of the town names was used on the
charter.

Canada Street is the main street in the village and there were plenty of
people milling around on the sidewalk outside, but when I went inside,
entered the little foyer, and closed the second door, everything was
hushed.  The crowd was OUTSIDE and I was INSIDE.

Ah, so nice and quiet inside and here was my first view:

walking into the Lake George library

The children’s room was off to one side–

wonderful light coming into the children’s section at Lake George library

The federal architecture of the library
building provides tall windows which
give lots of light.

I noticed that the children’s section was given a juvenile twist of
attention by attaching a strip of colorful paper around the top of the
shelves—–beautifully carved wooden shelves . . .

corner of the children’s section at the Lake George library

The kittens painting on top reminded
me of a Marguerite Kirmse piece that
we have of playful puppies.  But the
librarian didn’t know the artist of
this one.  (click to enlarge)

And a smattering of  book browsing of our own:

There! now you can read them better . . . click to enlarge

and this old book of plays WITH THE FULL PLAYS
INSIDE—(my similar copy from 1936-1937 has snippets
of the plays and critiques . . .)

How many have you read?  Boy–if I lived there I’d be borrowing
that book to read tonight!  (Heh, heh, instead of The Confessions of
St Augustine . . .)