Prior to the 1950s, the trend was to provide library service to each neighborhood through bookmobiles, reading rooms, sub-branches and small branch libraries. The goal was for all local residents to have access to library service within one mile of their homes. By the 1950s, the trend was shifting toward providing fewer, though more adequate, libraries.
In 1955, a multi-year staff study of branch library service resulted in a recommendation to establish six Class A branches in Multnomah County that would offer more hours of operation, stronger book collections, daily deliveries from Central Library and a full range of additional services. The study identified six areas: North Portland, Northeast Portland, Southeast Portland, Southwest Portland, East suburban Portland, and East County. These major library branches were to be supplemented by sub-branches and bookmobiles. Instead of the 19 sub-branches and four bookmobiles that were in use, the new program of service would be comprised of six branches, five sub-branches, and six bookmobiles.
Usage of Midland Library exceeded all expectations, and, in the early 1960s, the building was expanded from the original 5,700 square feet to 6,850 square feet. Midland Library continued to grow, becoming the second busiest branch of the library system with a circulation of more than 452,000 items in 1992-1993. In May 1993, voters approved $5.3 million for the construction of a new library building.
The new library opened on September 16, 1996, and was dedicated on November 3, 1996.
Fact sheet
- Area: 25,000 square feet
- Book capacity: 150,000 volumes
- Architect: Thomas Hacker and Associates Architects, Inc.
- Contractor: Silco Construction Company
- First librarian: Carolyn Schell
- Opening: September 16, 1996
Read the histories of all neighborhood libraries, and explore historic library photos.
Quotations on the east side of Midland Library
A child said, What is the grass? ...I guess it is a uniform hieroglyphic...In the leafy shade...it seems more than all the print I have read in my life...
—Walt Whitman
There came a wind like a bugle — it quivered through the Grass — How much can come — And much can go — any yet abide in the World!
—Emily Dickinson
The grasses satisfy the nameless notion of the air. Upon the floor of light, and time...descend, minutely whispering down. We live in time so little time...that we may spare this hour's term.
—Robert Penn Warren
Hours are crowded. If not hours. Then days. Thank you.
—Gertrude Stein
Where the wind ended and we came down it was all grass. We miss those dreams...the strange old places we left behind. We should consider...lest the parade of our mutual life gets lost in the dark.
—William Stafford
The unique charm was not that it was a place where one could hear about the past, but that it was a place where the past lived on.
—Willa Cather
Perambulate the bounds of imagination's provinces...not the insignificant boundaries of towns. The excursions of the imagination are so boundless, the limits of towns are so petty.
—Henry David Thoreau
I dwell in Possibility — A fairer House than Prose — More numerous of Windows — Superior for Doors.
—Emily Dickinson
Nature in the house will still be novel outdoors.
—Henry David Thoreau
As simple an act as opening the eyes merely coming into things by degrees...Profusion of green, the leaves.
—Amiri Baraka
The alphabet of the trees is fading...thin letters that spelled winter and the cold have been illumined with pointed green...In summer the song sings itself above the muffled words.
—William Carlos Williams
The house was quiet and the world was calm. The reader became the book...and the summer night...The house was quiet because it had to be. And the World...itself is summer and night, itself is the reader leaning late and reading there.
—Wallace Stevens
