In the good old summertime…


Photo credit: State Library of NC, Digital Collections (1954)

What child doesn’t love summer vacation?

One of my fondest childhood memories of summer was our weekly visit—I think it was Tuesday afternoon—from the Caldwell Country bookmobile. Like clockwork, the bookmobile arrived at our house. Its door popped open, and then, Miss Nora McGee invited the three Carlton children to enter her library on wheels. Can you say paradise?

With great anticipation, I climbed the steps and entered Miss McGee’s mobile library. (What a brilliant idea!) Without leaving our own yard, we could check out books. And I checked out tons of books.

Nora McGee was a distant cousin on Daddy’s side. I knew this, of course. But that’s not what impressed or excited me. She took book requests. I would ask for a certain title. If she did not have it on the bookmobile that day, Miss McGee would bring it the following week.



Not only did she take requests, but she also made recommendations. I remember when Miss McGee first offered The Boxcar Children to me. She said, “I think that you will like this story, Nancy.”

And she was right!

Henry, Jessie, Violet, and Benny. Oh, yes. I still remember the names (in birth order) of these orphaned Boxcar children. How I loved this spirited and adventurous bunch of kids. My favorite character was Jessie. (Middle child, oldest girl, super organized, “take charge” type. I suppose we had/have a lot in common.)

I wish that I could remember what year that was. 1968? Maybe? Whenever it was, that was the summer I renewed The Boxcar Children every single week. I had this book practically memorized.


Photo credit: State Library of NC, Digital Collections (1954)

Ah, . . .

The joy of being raised in small-town America—where the highlight of most summer weeks was the arrival of Miss Nora McGee.

A simple life. A good life. No, . . . a great life.

I only wish that I had had the maturity and the foresight to have recognized how blessed the Carlton kids were to be raised in a home where education was important and, to live in a community, where books were available year-round to kids who lived in rural sections of the county.

A great life.


Thank you, Miss McGee, for your dedication to the children of Caldwell County, NC—and for fostering a love of reading in a girl who would one day become a children’s book author/illustrator. Now, if you will excuse me, I think that I’ll go reread The Boxcar Children.

Previous
Previous

Josephine and her jacket of many colors

Next
Next

The Peanut Butter Tree