One Spring Day in Mooresville



The Saturday in late April offered a kind of weather day that everyone wanted—the Carolina sky held only bright sun, and the stifling humidity of summer had not yet arrived. It was the type of day that encouraged yard sales, allowed early boaters a chance to be on the lake, demanded that winter-soiled cars be washed, and afforded a day for other activities not suitable during the harsh days of late winter or too early spring. However, despite the lure of the possibilities for outside exercises, my day was planned for two inside pleasures, both which were of keen interest.

The Friends of the Mooresville Library were holding a used book sale. The beautiful day could not compete with such an opportunity to go in search for a chance to find that rare book long searched for, or just to examine an offering and bring it home to enjoy. Plus, the sale was for a worthy cause—our local public library. Arriving early to have some good choices, I was told that only members of the Friends could enter before the sale opened. Hey, another opportunity, so I joined the Friends, went in, and found some good books at fine prices. One of by finds was a history of the Holocaust told by German bystanders and perpetrators.  Also on a shelf of paperbacks I found a fine copy of Seamus Dean’s memoir Reading in the Dark. Content with my new treasures I left the room and was glad when I saw the long line of people waiting to enter the sale room that I had joined the Friends of the Mooresville Library-my small contribution will help our public library, and I got into the sale early.

Leaving the library I crossed the railroad tracks to go to an afternoon violin recital at Broad Street Methodist Church. My wife’s teacher, Anne, was holding the recital for many of her students. Some students, like my wife, are, shall we say, of a certain mature age and others are so young their feet did not touch the floor while sitting in the pew waiting to play for us. Despite their range of age, size, or ability, all the violinist shared one trait—the courage to stand before an audience of parents, friends, other students, and family to play songs that ranged from Ode to Joy to Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. I went downstairs to the reception knowing that I  had just witnessed one more great characteristic of my new hometown—an appreciation and love for a finer quality of life.

Driving home I thought of my time in downtown and all that I had experienced. I know even more than ever, that the idea I have is a reality. A retired English teacher, I enjoy books and their benefit to our culture. I don’t have the courage of the violinist, but I do think that the town of Mooresville needs a bookstore and am trying to make that happen. As seen at the library, people here enjoy books, and not just the ones for loan at the library. Like the recital, a well-stocked store of new books and some used ones will contribute to our quality of life. Yes, we have mild winters, an orchestra, houses of worship, retailers, restaurants, and more like Anne who teaches violin to all ages of students. But, no bookstore to go to on a no-school day or on an easy afternoon to browse and have a cup of coffee.

In such a community as ours, the resources are available for a non-profit bookstore, but the resources, like the book sale and recital must come together. If you are interested in giving your time, ideas, or money for such a venture contact me at: As the adage says, “Many workers make a light load.”

One thought on “One Spring Day in Mooresville

  1. Great idea! I donate my younger, (by just 16 months) brother. He is a book 📖 within himself. Little frayed around the edges, yet loaded with beautiful words waiting to be shared. Let’s do this, Mooresville!

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