Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Monday Meme

Yeah, it's Tuesday, but I'm just happy to be blogging again and not obsessing over a grant application!

This week's discussion: libraries (again)! One of my favorites.

What is your earliest memory of a library? Who took you? Do you have you any funny/odd memories of the library?

Post your answers in the comments!

2 comments:

Liz said...

My mom and I went to the library a lot. My earliest memory of the Wayne County Public Library, in Goldsboro where I grew up, is looking for Curious George books. I have lots more memories of that library though.

I remember discovering the Shoes books and the Dark is Rising books. I remember bringing in toilet paper rolls for the hamster. (Why don't public libraries have pets anymore!) I remember trying to read all the juvenile fiction in alphabetical order. I didn't get it all read but did read a lot of things I wouldn't have read otherwise. I remember my mom and I splitting up at the entrance: she would go look for mysteries by Dorothy Sayers and Margery Allingham and I would go look for Judy Blume and Beverly Cleary.

I don't have any odd memories of the library - just really happy ones.

Anonymous said...

I also went to the library all the time, almost always to the Landrum branch of the Spartanburg County Library System. Thinking about it, it almost embarasses me how much time I spent there. I could probably diagram what books were on each row. My mom took me when I was little and as I got older, my parents would just drop me off rather than wait on me. I remember reading through the entire Sweet Valley High series, many Nancy Drews, the Lois Duncan books, Michael Crichton, and some Tom Clancy. When I was in high school I checked out whatever music tapes they had and that's how I disovered the Pixies.

My earliest memories are of storyhours and summer reading clubs. I remember little plastic bags you could check out that contained a book and a listen-along record or cassette. I remember a book I loved about a boy who got so dirty that when he took a bath, it was the color of chamomile tea. I've tried for years to figure out what book that was with no success, if anyone has suggestions. The librarian then was Ruth Farrar, who happened to be my preacher's wife, and she was the kindest, gentlest person I've ever known. She made my family banana bread once and every time I make banana bread I think of her.