tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13465986.post112597726749316271..comments2023-05-12T05:54:08.828-05:00Comments on Thoughts of Laurel: Shhh......Lorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05334129707341089450noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13465986.post-1127849298472447382005-09-27T14:28:00.000-05:002005-09-27T14:28:00.000-05:00I've always loved the library. My parents taught ...I've always loved the library. My parents taught me to read at an exceptionally young age; so years prior to starting school, my Mom and I would make trips every other day to the library. All the librarians knew me quite well, and I have wonderful memories of them selecting books for me to read. I picked my own books, but it was a great treat to have them waiting for me to arrive with a special book in mind. With the onset of computers and the trendiness of purchasing books at Barnes and Nobles, Borders, etc...libraries aren't quite as appreciated I think. I make a conscious effort with my four year old to bring him and have him participate in reading groups (story time), as well as "borrowing" books from the library, rather than my buying them for him. I think it's a tradition that needs to be instilled in all families. :)Rebeccahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13465986.post-1127842675573999092005-09-27T12:37:00.000-05:002005-09-27T12:37:00.000-05:00The library was, and still is, one of my favorite ...The library was, and still is, one of my favorite places in the whole world. I used to go there when I was a kid and just hide in the stacks. It was housed in an old brick house and smelled musty and like books are supposed to smell when they have the scent of history permanently attached to their pages. I brought more books home than I could read in the allotted time, but, it would have been horrible to run out of pages before I ran out of time to read them. I much preferred having more books than I could devour. Renewal was always the happiest option. We are such kindred spirits, you and I. I love the peace of your blog and the sweetness of the outlook you have on life. I envision us one day walking among the flowers and the cows at sunset talking about our lives and kids, exchanging stories and crying happy and sad tears...Thanks for your faithfulness. You are dear. Love, your friend, Charlotte.Gleyeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04880171168955237325noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13465986.post-1127833836472517352005-09-27T10:10:00.000-05:002005-09-27T10:10:00.000-05:00I'm with you. I was always at the library as a ki...I'm with you. I was always at the library as a kid, and the smell of paper that you mentioned is a fondly recalled memory.<BR/><BR/>I un-posted my prose ... decided it was "too close to home". Thanks for your comment though. Treasured as always :)<BR/><BR/>XOXOclewhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11160166319971765227noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13465986.post-1127795366789322332005-09-26T23:29:00.000-05:002005-09-26T23:29:00.000-05:00Libraries come in all sizes and shapes but all won...Libraries come in all sizes and shapes but all wonderful. In the Calumet area of Gary, Indiana we had a bookmobile that was essentially a trailer on the corner of the street. I remember a large shade tree next to the silver trailer. It stayed put all summer and one summer I read most of its offerings.srphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11751987787364198318noreply@blogger.com