Just the right library spot for the wheels to stop spinning

One of the best things about my job at the Liverpool Public Library is the perfect mix of contemporary and rustic, in architecture, art and patronage.

Plus I never know what I’ll spot during my work days as communications specialist.

I’ve dug the bike racks out the Tulip Street entrance since the start.

Park it right there.

Park it right there.

Then this week, on my way back from my half-hour routine of munching my from-home sandwich at the picnic table by the Onondaga Lake Park Marina and taking my lap around the surrounding blocks, I spotted the scene above.


Out came my iPhone 6.

I just wish I could have figured out which patron had ridden the bike to unleash the promise of what was within.

Going underground.

Going underground.

In the parking garage beneath the building, meanwhile, it’s old school all the way.

And in case you were wondering, here are the pages you can check out what I’m doing social media work-wise for the library.

Facebook: Liverpool-Public-Library
Twitter: @LiverpoolPubLib
Tumblr: liverpoollibrary
Pinterest: liverpoolpublib
Instagram: liverpoolpubliclibrary
YouTube: Liverpool Public Library

Do you remember the days when you rode your bicycle to the library, and if so, how old were you, and what did you do inside? What kind of bike rack did your library have? Did you have to chain-lock your bike, or did it go by the honor system?

8 thoughts on “Just the right library spot for the wheels to stop spinning

  1. Oh, memories! Jervis Public Library in Rome, NY is the Holy Grail of public libraries. It’s huge, it’s beautiful, and my best memories of junior high and high school involve riding my bike there on a Saturday. When I rode home, I would go through alleys with a book on my handlebars. I know it would have been better to ride home quickly and read then, but I was not capable of such behavior. I still love going to the library, although I haven’t ridden a bicycle in years.


    • I rode my bike to the library in two separate towns growing up, Cynthia, and it was a long way when I moved before eighth grade to Stony Brook. But that was a really great library, and worth the big trip. 🙂 Thanks for reminding me.

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  2. I do indeed remember riding my bike to the library. In typical kid style I just leaned it against a wall. I never used a bike lock in my life and never had a bike stolen.One of the reasons I liked the ride so much – beside my love of books – was that I was allowed to go to the library which was about 3 miles away,by myself on my bike. Random bike rides were limited to about a 10 block radius (about 1/2 the distance). I think that my parents made the exception because I was reading a lot (10 books a week) and much of the ride was through the beautiful Dartmouth Commons – not on the road. Here is an aerial picture of the commons. I lived on the left side of the picture about 1/2 way up, close to the high rise buildings (by that blue water). The big body of water is Halifax harbor – looking southeast – with Halifax on the far side (twin city with Dartmouth). The green swath sticking out on the right side of the Commons leads right to the rear of the library. It was called a “Commons” after British tradition meaning a publicly owned piece of land typically in a town or city that was left deliberately undeveloped so that animals owned by city dwellers or passing through, could graze comfortably. Indeed that was its function 150 years ago.


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