My Childhood Memory of the Library (7th in a series)

Going to the library with my family of nine was a big production of finding books (and children) and loading them in the car.  They were stately old Carnegie libraries, and I’m sure we were not the quietest patrons there.  I discovered the 741 section by watching my older siblings.  That’s where they kept the cartoon books.  I’m not sure if we enriched our minds, but the library kept us entertained for a few hours.

That's my childhood memory of the library...what's yours?

My Childhood Memory of the Library (6th in a series)

I thank my mother for encouraging my lifelong love of all things library.  We made frequent trips to our local library, wandering the stacks, filling our book bags.  When we returned home, Mom would look at our latest finds spread out on the table and exclaim, “Aren’t we rich!”  And indeed we were.

That's my childhood memory of the library...what's yours?

My Childhood Memory of the Library (5th in a series)

I have always loved reading and I used to walk to the library every week when I was a young teen, since my dad worked and my mom didn’t drive.  The library was about three or four miles away and I used to take out a stack of books every week.  My favorite books were the Nancy Drew mysteries and a mystery series called The Happy Hollisters.

I also used the library for homework and remember spending my Saturdays there making notes of the information I needed for a report or project for school.

That's my childhood memory of the library...what's yours?