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BUILDING CONSTRUCTION & OPENING As work on the new addition nears completion, there still remains a substantial amount of work to be done on the old part of the building, including a new entrance courtyard, installation of sprinklers throughout, replacement of front windows and (we hope) all the old carpeting, plus some seismic upgrading of the south wing and re-location of the memorial window to the south wall of the building. The challenge is getting all this done in a logical sequence so that the contractor doesn't experience delays and we can keep the doors open to the public. Any closures that are necessary will be announced as far ahead as possible, and no overdue fines will be charged during times when the building is closed due to the construction. The Library "opening" ceremony has now been postponed tentatively to Saturday, September 25th, 1993. WHATEVER HAPPENED TO PERSONAL LIBRARIES? By Michael Todd: Globe & Mail, October 27th, 1992 (Edited version) I suddenly realised there was something missing from the living rooms of people I knew. It wasn't TV sets, CD players, central air-conditioning or furniture. It was books. Libraries, to be exact. You might see a bent and battered bestseller with its lurid metallic-ink cover, piles of magazines or newspapers, but what you didn't see was any indication that most people actually read anything called literature. Many of us would be hard-pressed to recall the last time we saw a decent collection of books in someone's home. What happened to the idea of the library? Did we all sell our Salingers and Shakespeares as soon as we ducked out of college? Have bookshelves been replaced by the bookshelf speaker? By a library I don't mean what you might think: formed shelves, ladders and the like. Books for display, not reading. I mean a good healthy selection of general fiction, poetry or non-fiction. A good library is like a personal diary open for all to read, and is a testament to one's interests, idiosyncrasies, even perversions. It should never be a place to show off. What people don't include in their personal libraries sometimes tells as much about them as what they do. Any good library seems to trace its owner's history in archeological layers. For instance, I've found that the bottom shelves of most people's libraries contain books never to be read again. Many date from college days. On the top shelves are books giving a clue to the reader's latest tastes. They are the ones bought for pleasure, instead of marks.