This week’s Booking Through Thursday asks:
What is your earliest memory of a library? Who took you? Do you have you any funny/odd memories of the library?
My earliest memory of a library would be attending a reading program / puppet show for children featuring Buffy the Bookworm, a brightly colored worm-ish puppet wearing glasses. I would attend with my friend Kristen; her mom and my mom would take turns taking us.
I distinctly remember obtaining my first library card. The only requirement for such a privilege was to be able to write your own name. It was large by library card standards, close to the size of an index card and of similar card stock. It didn’t take long for my card to become wrinkled and bent with use!
In fact, some of my favorite memories growing up were trips to the library, usually on Sunday afternoons. I would climb the stairs to the children’s section with great excitement and anticipation. I would walk slowly up and down the aisles, perusing the titles, finally, painstakingly, choosing only six which was the maximum number allowed. I would carry my selections proudly to the desk to check them out, on my personal library card of course. Once home, I would delve in, usually completing all six titles before our next trip.
As far as funny or odd memories, no doubt they would pertain to me taking my own children to our local library! When the boys were younger, we were frequent library patrons, each of us carrying our own book bag, me trying to remember exactly how many books we had checked out to verify we were indeed returning all books borrowed. Here was our deal: we would first go to the children’s section where the boys would load up their bags with their selections. Once they were done, we would head to the grown up section where they would sit quietly on a sofa (QUIETLY! DO YOU HEAR ME? QUIETLY! MOMMY WANTS TO LOOK FOR BOOKS TOO!) while I made my selections. Usually this worked. Usually, I said.
We loved going to the library. In fact, when my youngest was much smaller I had to alter our route so as not to drive past the library if we weren’t planning on stopping. If he ever saw the building, he would throw a “fit” to go!
What about you? Any fond or funny memories of the library? Check out others’ memories of the library at Booking Through Thursday.
Wife and mother, Bible teacher and blogger, Lisa loves Jesus, coffee, dark chocolate and, of course, books. Read more of her reflections at Lisa writes….