A museum library is a two for one deal.
Go to the museum, check out the library.
Someone always gets a surprise.
What’s the surprise?
They like the time spent there so much they want to go back.
Whether it’s a kid, a student, or an adult, there’s something about a museum that hits the spot.
I know this from spending two decades in museum work.
Now, I hear you thinking, ‘is it really work dusting off old stuff?’
To do the job I had, I needed forklift certification, knowledge about the materials things were made of, and a thick skin.
Why the thick skin?
Because so many museum people are transient in nature, moving up the ladder from one institution to the next.
Not me. I was an Oregonian in an Oregon museum. I wasn’t going anywhere.
Neither was the old boss who’d been there thirty-five years and had the region dialed in.
After he retired, a string of bosses arrived one after another.
Not one had the correct understanding of how to make the place more vital than the old boss.
They had a job, did the work, and called it good.
The old guy was fun, understood all of the extras, and brought in people who were on the same page.
He had staff parties at his house, board member meetings at his house, and made everyone feel at home.
So what’s the problem with a museum library?
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