I love this icon. It makes me feel warm and happy. I remember when I was a little Roxy, coming home from the library with a ton of books and feeling rich! When we could go to a bookstore, it was like hitting the lottery, and whenever I could buy more than one book, I felt like a rich person.
I remember the library on the base we lived, how it smelled, and how dark it was all the time--the lights were always on, winter and summer. I loved that. The librarian, poor thing, put her foot in it more than once dealing with me. One time, she wouldn't let me check out the books I'd chosen because she said they were above my age. I'm sure she thought she was doing a good thing and my folks would be glad for it. heh. My mother had a fit when I told her. She made my dad drive her to the library with me in tow, and told the woman she had a nerve deciding what was right for her kid. My mom never checked to see what we were reading. (the whole stack was SF, by the way). Another time, the poor librarian tried to tell me I couldn't check out as many books as I'd chosen because I'd never read them all in a week. I think I had ten. Mom didn't like that either. Back to the library we went and little Miss Thing had no limit to the books she could check out.
You see why I'm like this? Spoiled rotten.
You'd think the poor woman would hate me after my mom telling her off, but no, she was nice to me, and when we moved, told me that she'd miss me.
We moved a bit being in the service, and the one thing you could count on was the library. There were always friends there, old friends and new ones. Good times, those, good times.
I remember the library on the base we lived, how it smelled, and how dark it was all the time--the lights were always on, winter and summer. I loved that. The librarian, poor thing, put her foot in it more than once dealing with me. One time, she wouldn't let me check out the books I'd chosen because she said they were above my age. I'm sure she thought she was doing a good thing and my folks would be glad for it. heh. My mother had a fit when I told her. She made my dad drive her to the library with me in tow, and told the woman she had a nerve deciding what was right for her kid. My mom never checked to see what we were reading. (the whole stack was SF, by the way). Another time, the poor librarian tried to tell me I couldn't check out as many books as I'd chosen because I'd never read them all in a week. I think I had ten. Mom didn't like that either. Back to the library we went and little Miss Thing had no limit to the books she could check out.
You see why I'm like this? Spoiled rotten.
You'd think the poor woman would hate me after my mom telling her off, but no, she was nice to me, and when we moved, told me that she'd miss me.
We moved a bit being in the service, and the one thing you could count on was the library. There were always friends there, old friends and new ones. Good times, those, good times.
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3/6/08 12:57 am (UTC)It got a little better when we could ride our bikes, but then we had to balance them in the front baskets and not get run over by cars because we were too busy trying to catch the books that were falling out.
The arguments I had over the SF books until I was able to convince her that I wasn't tooyoung to appreciate them. Just think, I wasn't even trying to check out Harlan Ellison, just Isaac Asimov and Fritz Leiber and a few others that weren't scandalous at all. Really. Ursula LeGuin wasn't even under consideration those days. :-D
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3/6/08 01:21 am (UTC)*loves libraries*
And I'm so glad a little box of color could bring back happy memories for you. :)
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3/6/08 04:46 am (UTC)When I was the librarian at the School from Hell, the district got obsessed with testing the students' reading levels and posting their levels beside their names in the database. We were actually told that we couldn't allow students to check out books above or below their supposed reading level. I didn't follow the mandate because I thought it was ridiculous. I don't think the score someone got on some stupid state-mandated test should decide what books they can read!
Have you read Eudora Welty's short story about a librarian? It's so sweet.
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3/6/08 06:02 am (UTC)Once again, and example of testing gone stupid. Unbelievable!
Have you read Eudora Welty's short story about a librarian? It's so sweet.
Haven't yet, but I will now! ;)
eta: ack!
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3/6/08 05:56 am (UTC)Love the stories about your mom. She sounds so cool.
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3/6/08 06:06 am (UTC)My mom was the coolest mom in the world--she was so much fun and I miss her everyday. I try my best to be like her--hence the love of hot naked guys...*G*
pssst--posted a teeny bit more of EOTS on IJ for U!
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3/6/08 06:11 am (UTC)Note to self: Do NOT drink while reading Roxy's posts or comments. lol
pssst--posted a teeny bit more of EOTS on IJ for U!
*does dance of joy* I was just getting ready to go to bed too... it's going to have to wait now. hehehee :D
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3/6/08 06:12 am (UTC)Yes. I love that my mother never, ever said 'no' to me when i asked if i could buy a book.
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3/6/08 10:58 am (UTC)mine never bothered, whether i carried 10 or 20 books, when i was kid.
when i was twelve , the local library, run by catholic nuns, who also did run the kindergarden, where i went, offered me a job there *g*.
i declined, said, i loved the books, but not necessarily the job.
ahhh, good old times, from Isaac A. to E.E. Smith, to the star trek novels, to star wars.....not to mentioned any ??? by hitchcock, or TKKG (its kind of the german version of ???)
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3/6/08 12:29 pm (UTC)Library was a haven for me too, growing up, and I have great memories of long summers reading endlessly under the cherry tree. And family and friends used to grab hold of me as we passed bookshops as my feet seemed to naturally just want to go in.
Ain't like that now. I should try and change that. Thanks for reminding me :)
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3/6/08 11:47 pm (UTC)oh gosh, yes!! lol!
Libraries
3/7/08 05:13 pm (UTC)HUGS!!
3/7/08 05:31 pm (UTC)And thanks for the shelfari link---it looks interesting!
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