Stories

Moonlight, Summer Moonlight by Emily Jane Brontë ‘Tis moonlight, summer moonlight,All soft and still and fair;The solemn hour of midnightBreathes sweet thoughts everywhere, But most where trees are sendingTheir breezy boughs on high,Or stooping low are lendingA shelter from the sky. And there in those wild bowersA lovely form is laid;Green grass and dew-steeped flowersWave…

Once upon a time, in the year 1807, in a little town called Sandisfield, nestled in the Berkshire mountains, a few early residents formed an association establishing two small libraries. One remained open for three decades, the second closing 16 years later in 1853. In 1907 the Town library was reestablished at the former James…