Old Colorado City Library

Old Colorado City Library

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2418 West Pikes Peak Ave
Colorado Springs, CO
A History of the Carnegie Building

Old Colorado City Library PearltreesPhone: (719) 634-1698

Mon. - Thurs.: 9 a.m. - 9 p.m.
Fri. and Sat.: 10 a.m. - 6 p.m.
Sun.: Closed
Holiday Hours and Closures

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Friends of Old Colorado City Library

The Old Colorado City Friends Book Store is open during regular Library hours.

Meetings are on the 3rd Saturday of January, April, July and October.

Click here to learn more about the Friends of the Pikes Peak Library District.


What's New!

John Spears

The Board of Trustees of Pikes Peak Library District is pleased to announce the finalist for the position of Executive Director. After an extensive national and local search, the Board has named John Spears as the finalist.

About the Candidate
John Spears is the current Executive Director of Salt Lake City Public Library. He leads a staff of 325 employees in a seven facility city library with an operating budget of $17.9 million. Prior to his tenure at Salt Lake City he was Executive Director for Naperville Public Library. John obtained his Masters of Library Science from University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign.

Public Meet and Greet Session
A reception is scheduled for Tuesday, December 1 at 5:30 p.m. for the public and community stakeholders to engage with the candidate. It will be held in the Carnegie Reading Room at Penrose Library, 20 N. Cascade Ave.

About the Library
Pikes Peak Library District is comprised of 14 community libraries, 475 employees and an operating budget of $29 million serving a population of over 600,000. The mission of PPLD is to provide resources and opportunities that change individual lives and build community.

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Colorado Gives Day

From Summer Reading Programs that allow children and teens to continue learning through the summer to Adult Literacy programs that allow community members to reach their goals, Pikes Peak Library District changes lives in the community. This is story is a great example.

"Paige entered PPLD's Adult Literacy GED program at the beginning of the fall 2014 term. I immediately recognized her to be an excellent student: intelligent, hardworking, and ambitious. She was raising a 1 1/2 year old son and still managed to attend almost all classes and keep up with her homework and studying. Soon after the term ended she took and passed all four GED exams with high scores. She used two vouchers which were offered by the library program to help defray the cost of these exams.

"Today I went to the dentist and was surprised and happy to see her again. Paige had taken a 10-week class and was now working as a hygienist's assistant. She told me she is also enrolled at Pikes Peak Community College to achieve her ultimate goal of becoming a radiology technician.

"Paige expressed how grateful she is to the Adult Literacy's GED program. This was confirmation that even when students' lives get derailed for whatever reason they can get back on track and achieve their goals. Paige embodies the real value of PPLD's commitment to education and to the community it serves. "

Your support of Pikes Peak Library District through Colorado Gives Day will go towards programs that will empower people like Paige to reach their goals. Colorado Gives day takes place on December 8, but you can schedule your donation today at tinyurl.com/COGives.

For more about how PPLD changes people's lives, check out this PPLD TV-produced video:

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Daria Wilber

PPLD's Maker in Residence for August and September 2015 is Daria Wilber. She born in Washington, D.C. and spent the first two decades of her life in and out of the amazing array of galleries and museums in the D.C. area on a weekly basis. She studied painting and printmaking at the Maryland School of Art and Design and worked in the scene shop for a regional theater company. In the mid-2000s, Daria began to study the paper arts in earnest. In 2012 she plunged into studio papermaking after a sculptural papermaking intensive at Arrowmont School of Arts and Crafts with Jo Stealey. Daria currently works with papermaking and artist Helen Hiebert as a studio and teaching assistant.

During her time as Maker in Residence, Daria conducted flat paper making classes and a paper sculpture class


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Winner 2015: The Gazette's Best of the Springs

Pikes Peak Library District was honored in two categories by The Gazette's Best of the Springs!

Expert Pick for Hands-Down Great Place for Kids
"On any given day of the week, parents can find a free educational event for their kids to attend at one of the many libraries of the Pikes Peak Library District. From newborns to teens, the district makes an effort to reach out to all kids and give them age-appropriate programming and resources to help them learn more. Programming is especially good in the summer months when the libraries bring music, crafts, animals, and movies for kids and parents to enjoy together."

Voter's Choice for Teen Hangout
"Teens can enjoy myriad activities, get help with reading, writing and math homework as well as learn how to use library resources for research and enjoyment. The district has organized a wide range of unique programs including workshops in electronics, gaming, tutoring and knitting."


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Sarah Pottenger, Winner My Westside-Our Voice Essay Contest

Old Colorado City Library is pleased to announce the winners of our essay contest, My Westside--Our Voice. Our generous Friends of the Library supported this programming with a $100 prize for first place. The winner, Sarah Pottenger, is also published in the November 21, 2013 edition of the Westside Pioneer. Enjoy reading her essay along with our runners-up, Andrea Corley and Victor Shepard.

Your Westside is My Westside Now, by Sarah Pottenger - Winner

I’m a third-generation Colorado Springs native, and I’ve never wanted to live anywhere else. I grew up near Academy Boulevard, but some of my best memories are of visits to the Westside, whether to visit my parents’ old haunts, see the house where my grandmother was born, or just to take the car to the mechanic. Driving to the Westside was an event, taking half an hour.

I lived in that same house off Academy for twenty years. Then my family downsized from our house to a duplex just north of Old Colorado City. We moved here in 2010, and though it was a terrible move, we were here. For my parents, returning to the Westside was like coming home. For me, it was a dream come true. Every week one of us remarks that we still can’t believe we get to live here, even after nearly four years.

As a lifelong reader, I love the Old Colorado City Library. We can drive there in just a few minutes, or walk in half an hour. I probably visit three times a week, and it’s the prettiest, friendliest library in town. We’re also just minutes away from Fire Station #5, housing the wonderful firefighters who not only came to our rescue when my bedroom flooded during the September 12 storm, but also arrived within moments when my dad suffered a heart attack right before Christmas last year.

When we were children, my brother and I loved to come to the Westside. The Creamery was (and still is) our favorite ice cream shop. We liked to visit souvenir stores, dipping our hands into wooden bins brimming with polished rocks. My parents pointed out houses belonging to friends and relatives. My mom told stories about running downhill from school and spending nights with her grandparents, one set on Chestnut and one set on Uintah.

I have always loved it here. I pinch myself every day, hardly believing that I get to live here, that every time the car heads west, I’m going home.

The Circle in the Square, by Victor Shepard - Runner-Up

It’s funny how memories work. The passing of fifty five or so years doesn't diminish the desire to somehow recapture the beauty and love that were experienced so long ago. I know the ice cream was much sweeter and creamier then. The flowers my grandma raised were much more fragrant than flowers are today. And most definitely people were so much kinder then. People didn't have the apprehension and distance that is so prevalent today. At least that’s the way I choose to remember it.

Every child looks forward to summer and my summers always included visiting my grandmother in the “burg” of Colorado City. This was the main highlight of every summer and a time that I remember fondly. Grandma’s house was only a block away from the library where I read the adventures of the places I was going to visit one day when I was “old.” In close proximity were the drug stores with real fountains like Cooper-Lidke and the Rexall, a good place to get a chocolate or cherry Coke. Then I’d buy a fifteen cent wooden plane at the Duckwalls, which would last about ten minutes. In the center of this playground neighborhood was a park to play in with a central square and the treasure of the town, the first capitol of Colorado. This park was a hub where the entire neighborhood was welcomed and encouraged to come to.

Wednesday nights in the “burg” were the most special because that was the night when there was square dancing in the park. Although I was only six or seven, it was a weekly ritual that included special food and more importantly, staying up late. I’d get to wear my little cowboy boots and western shirt and get pinches from my grandma’s friends. Watching the big people in their fancy clothes, swiftly moving through difficult dance maneuvers, was quite a sight. But they all seemed happy and certainly appeared to be having a good time. Eventually, the inevitable happened, grandma wanted me to ask a very apprehensive little girl to dance. I was not a completely willing participant in the process but the coaxing finally compelled us wee ones to join in the confusing mob moving to an old man’s call on a screechy microphone. We were both confused and afraid of being trampled by the big people as they sashayed and promenaded around in close order. Somehow we devised our own rhythm and moves and somehow managed to avoid serious contact and injury. The more time we spent dancing the more fun it became. The dance seemed to last late into the night, and I must have been especially tired, as my grandma was forced to carry me home.

Yes, memories can cause us to smile and dancing can still wear me out but I wouldn't trade a moment I've experienced for half a dollar. I still love the park, the band shell and the fistful of valuable and memorable experiences that Bancroft Park has given me throughout many happy years.

Lower Gold Camp Road Today "Ties", by Andrea Corley - Runner-Up

I am a transplant, not a native Westsider. I came here to college and really never left. I have lived in the same place on the Westside for 46 years. I married a local man with Westside ties – railroad ties. His grandfather bought one of the railroads that traveled through the Westside to Cripple Creek a century ago, tore it up, sold the rolling stock and made a toll road for automobiles on the CS&CCDRY bed. It is now called the Gold Camp Road.

Yesterday, driving with a friend on Lower Gold Camp Road, we passed the ground-breaking for a new facility east of my friend’s home at The Village at Skyline. She did not know what is to be built there, but reading the current Westside Pioneer I learned it is to be a memory facility called Morning Star at Bear Creek. I thought” how fitting” in an area full of my family’s memories. The road we were traveling on next to this new facility was once-upon-a-time the initial part of what was called the Corley Mountain Highway. It was gently graded for train traffic first, as the route west out of Colorado Springs to the foothills for the railroad nicknamed ( because it was) the Short Line to Cripple Creek. Now a city street, Lower Gold Camp Road has become, according to Bill Vogrin in the Gazette, a race track for prospective buyers testing their new cars.

Next time you are there, testing or not, imagine the trains going and coming on that very roadway, loaded with freight or gold ore depending on the direction of travel, plains or mountains up ahead, tracks and ties, not tires, underneath you. Then, remember the clickety-clack rhythm of any train ride you have taken, and this becomes Time Travel for the Twenty-first Century with memories of your own. For me, a transplant in my adopted neighborhood, it becomes ties to my family members in their own time and place.

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