Through the Prism

After passing through the prism, each refraction contains some pure essence of the light, but only an incomplete part. We will always experience some aspect of reality, of the Truth, but only from our perspectives as they are colored by who and where we are. Others will know a different color and none will see the whole, complete light. These are my musings from my particular refraction.

10.27.2008

Testing a Theory

What are your earliest and/or fondest memories of the library? What stories illustrate your defining library experiences?

7 Comments:

At 10/21/2008 10:14 AM, Blogger CDL said...

Because I want to hear your theory. Mostly, as a kid, elementary school age, the books. I read a lot and going to the library was the way I could keep reading. And I could read what I wanted. I do remember finishing the Summer Reading logs or whatever they were called and getting my name listed with the big time readers.
And the building itself was cool - see this: http://www.akspl.org/

 
At 10/21/2008 10:22 AM, Blogger CDL said...

Here's more - http://www.akspl.org/gallery/default.html
It's a photo tour of the building. It's on the National Register of Historic Places.

 
At 10/22/2008 9:23 PM, Blogger Degolar said...

Wow, cdl! That's an awesome looking library.

I know my parents read to me a lot because I had some memories of books and rediscovered many more when I started working as a YS librarian and looked through our collection. But I have no memories of storytimes or anything along those lines. I know some songs from some records/tapes from my youth, but didn't know a lot of the common fingerplays, rhymes, etc, when I started planning my own storytimes.

The earliest clear memories I have of a library must be from when I was around 10, give or take a couple of years. I know I walked the block or two to our small town library to repeatedly check out drawing books by Ed Emberley. I'm thinking there were others, but those are the ones I distinctly remember. I'd draw and draw, based on Emberley's directions.

In late middle and high school I became an avid fantasy reader and the library was my dealer. No YA collection to speak of, so I'd spend hours browsing the Sci Fi/Fantasy sections at the various libraries available to me and read and read. 2-3 books a week, often.

I also remember being jealous of my cousins (who were neighbors) because they had an encyclopedia set. I'd often visit libraries to browse the encyclopedias for the various topics that were of interest to me at the time.

 
At 10/22/2008 9:25 PM, Blogger Degolar said...

Gobula's response.

 
At 10/23/2008 7:27 PM, Blogger Leelu said...

Earliest memories: vague recollections of storytime (taught by a woman who would later employ me) and getting in trouble for having squirreled a book away for so long that it went to lost and my mother was charged for it.

Clearest memories: wandering the Sci Fi section of the stacks for new things to read. I found Terry Pratchett, Roger Zelazny, and Patricia McKillip that way, all of whom I still love their work.

Fondest memories: hanging out with friends, smuggling in candy (and getting in trouble), and having my first kiss in the elevator.

 
At 10/24/2008 6:34 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

http://justanotherhallucination.blogspot.com/
Jeanne

 
At 10/25/2008 12:47 AM, Blogger Hadrian said...

I'm formulating a response... look for it soon.

 

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