I worked in the small Washburn Public Library this afternoon. Its plaque indicates that it’s on the register of historical places; its architecture indicates it might be a Carnegie Library, but I couldn’t verify that.
The old fashioned reading room with wooden tables and high vaulted ceilings now houses a few computers, and the library is wired for wi-fi. Still, I wished for an old-fashioned librarian (or some acoustical tiles) – everyone’s conversation, even the librarians chortling in their work room, is audible throughout the main floor. Nonetheless, it is a beautiful, warm, and welcoming space. I am glad to have visited.