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Job Opening

Joan Sand, our Youth Librarian for the last 6+ years, has decided to work closer to home and her last day here at the Van Horn Public Library is Friday, September 22. All of us here at the library will miss her and wish her all the best in the future!

The position of Youth Librarian/Assistant Director is therefore open and we are currently accepting applications. Take a look at the job posting & position description on our Job Openings page.

Final Week Of Summer Reading July 24 – 29

Van Horn Public Library to host

Celebrate Your World

Finale Party

Tuesday, July 25th at 2pm

at Trailhead Park

Celebrate all of your fantastic summer reading accomplishments!

Play games, enjoy treats and win prizes!

Summer Reading Grand Prize Winners announced, too!


Finale Summer Story Time

Wednesday, July 26th at 10am


All Library programs are FREE and open to all ages. In case of special needs, please notify the library in advance so accommodations can be made.

For further information contact Van Horn Public Library at 507-356-8558,, visit their website at, or “like” VHPL on Facebook.

Happy Memorial Day!

To celebrate Memorial Day, the Van Horn Public Library will be closed from Friday, May 26 from 5pm through Monday, May 29. We will reopen on Tuesday the 30th for our regular hours – 12-8pm. Have a good and safe holiday!

Book Club

The library book club says goodbye to Marie and the Better Brew Coffeeshop on Wednesday at 6pm. We will be discussing Blood of Flowers by Anita Amirrezvani. There are currently 2 copies of the book at the library if you are a speedy reader! Please join us, even if you haven’t had the chance to read it!

Next month we will meet at Shauna’s Cafe and will be talking about Benjamin Mee’s memoir We Bought a Zoo on the 14th – again at 6pm. (Spoiler alert – it’s really nothing like the movie!)

Our whole year’s book club selections are on our website if you’d like to read ahead. We hope you can join us for the fun conversation!

Poetry Month – Week 3

We’ve had a classic and a children’s poem so far this poetry month. Here is one that was just published in Poetry Magazine this February.

Wood. Salt. Tin.
By Jane Hirshfield

Little soul,
do you remember?

You once walked
over wooden boards
to a house
that sat on stilts in the sea.

It was early.

The sun painted
brightness onto the water,
and wherever you sat
that path
led directly to you.

Some mornings
the sea-road was muted
scratched tin,
some mornings blinding.

Then it would leave.

Little soul,
it is strange —

even now it is early.

Ocean Sunrise

Poetry Month – Week 2

We continue celebrating poetry month with another poem! This  week I want to expose you all to a new book in our collection called Grumbles from the Town: Mother-Goose Voices with a Twist by Jane Yolen and Rebecca Kai Dotlich. As you can gather from the title, the poems in this book are all based on traditional Mother Goose Nursery Rhymes, but they tell the stories from a different point of view. Like this one, based on “Ring Around the Rosie”:

The Rosebush Grumbles (Again)

Every day it is the same:
the children play the Rosie game.
They dance around me in a ring
and they begin to chant and sing.
It’s much too loud, my roots get sore,
and still they sing and dance some more.
My stems grown thorny; my petals fall.
I do not like their song at all.
It’s simply such a boring sound,
I with that they would all stay down.

(Grumble, mumble, fumble, yawn,
I wish they’d just get off my lawn!)

April is Poetry Month

I was in Speech Club during high school, and I had to memorize a bunch of poems for my speech meets since my category was Extemporaneous Poetry.  To celebrate National Poetry Month, I’ll be sharing a favorite poem each Friday of April.

This week’s poem is not a cheerful happy one, but I remember relishing the last two lines, making them contrast with each other as much as I could. It’s been running through my mind this week, so it gets shared with you all first. I hope you enjoy it!

“The Spider and the Ghost of the Fly”
By Vachel Lindsay
Once I loved a spider
When I was brn a fly,
A velvet-footed spider
With a gown of rainbow-dye.
She ate my wings and gloated.
She bound me with a hair.
She drove me to her parlor
Above her winding stair.
To educate young spiders
She took me all apart.
My ghost came back to haunt her.
I saw her eat my heart.