One of my first callings in the singles ward was the ward librarian, which I loved because our singles ward was made up of older, single university students at Brigham Young University who were lucky enough to meet in a real ward building and not in some chemistry lab still stinking of sulfur or ammonia.

We met in a family ward building on Grandview Hill in Provo, Utah. We were quite proud of our existence in that building.

This meant a normal library with normal library stuff.

By the way, there aren't many books in any ward library. I wonder why?

There are lots of pencils; pictures of families eating dinner; families playing with a red ball; families in the living room with scriptures; families in the garden planting carrots (everyone is happy planting vegetables and getting dirty, and mother is usually wearing a work dress, and it's all very 1950s); and lots of old filmstrips that no one wants to throw away for fear of some media curse. 

But in the ward, having a normal ward library meant having a normal ward librarian.


I loved it.

To get acquainted with my calling and magnifying it to the expansive way a calling should be expanded, I viewed many of the videos and filmstrips (usually during Sunday School … oops) and got friendly with many of the visual aids. I’ll bet I’m the only person in the church who has viewed all of the "Tom Trails" film strips in one sitting. They were the LDS equivalent of "24," and they were so addicting. I took all the filmstrips and cassettes home with me to my apartment and had a "Tom Trails" marathon one night. I just plugged myself into the story and away I went. I got really good at turning to the next slide with the sound of the "beep."

“Hey, Lilly, you cute little Mormon girl…”


“…Come sit by me.”


I got so caught up with the story (I like stories). I kept wanting to turn to the next slide before the "beep." Actual tears welled up with the car accident. Do some of you remember that? Or Lilly’s tough decision not to get married? Whoa, that was LDS drama at its best filled with all sorts of emotion.

I could do stuff like that as the ward librarian.

That’s why I’m going to try like crazy to figure out who the next bishop will be, so I can put a bug in his ear: Brother Hill would make a fine librarian ... Brother Hill, Brother Hill.

Bill Hill lives in Idaho Falls, Idaho, with his wife and three daughters.

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