Script Oh hello, there! I am the Baxter Memorial Library! I was created in the year 1908 when James Phinney Baxter made a deal with Frederick Robie. The deal was that James would fund my production as long as his home was turned into a museum. I am very grateful for James’s help in creating me and I am honored to hold up his name upon my walls. Speaking of walls, I am constructed of pink granite with my interior made out of red oak. An addition was made to my original structure in May 2003, which meshed the old with the new in a very complementary manner if I do say so myself. I have been a proud member of the community of Gorham for 110 years now and in all that time i’ve never wanted to be anywhere else. My creator, James Baxter, wrote a poem about me actually. It’s called The Library and it goes as follows; “Though tombs the dust of men of genius claim, They still survive immortalized by fame, Here with them thou mayst hold communion still, And of their wisdom freely drink thy fill. But what is learned that must thou wisely do if thou wouldst reap, for this is ever true,Who learns and learns but does not what he knows, Is one who plows and plows but never sows…” James was a great man, much like his father was before him. His father was named Dr. Elihu Baxter, he purchased his home in Gorham in 1812. I wonder what he would think of me know. Over 200 years later and his name can still be found in the town in which he lived. I think he’d be proud of his son, and of me. Together, we’ve helped hundreds of people learn and come together to help those in need. And for years to come, I will keep doing so. Thanks to the Baxter’s, I exist. And thanks to the community in which I live, I will exist forever… Thank You!