tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123631695572626256.post2533327603529117740..comments2024-03-29T06:26:28.942+00:00Comments on Shadows & Light: EchoesSteve Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11684120060438252945noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123631695572626256.post-54861528885746352032015-11-15T00:26:35.601+00:002015-11-15T00:26:35.601+00:00When I went to the two-room school that served Gra...When I went to the two-room school that served Grades Primary to Six, our library books came on the bookmobile. How I loved bookmobile day. <br /><br />Your mom must be a hardy soul to sleep on the FLOOR! I can't even sleep on a carpeted floor for more than forty winks.jenny_ohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15475480579733466963noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123631695572626256.post-85174337596903665992015-11-14T16:25:44.116+00:002015-11-14T16:25:44.116+00:00*thinking*thinking37paddingtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12400464105403622384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123631695572626256.post-56518501190349712852015-11-14T16:24:46.613+00:002015-11-14T16:24:46.613+00:00I've been think a lot about how lives unfold, ...I've been think a lot about how lives unfold, and when you were at the Times who would have thought you'd one day be happily creating order and memories in a high school library in London. It helps me have faith in my own path. The sale of one's childhood home is monumental. I felt like a kind of orphan when my own childhood home at 37 Paddington Terrace was sold. And now it has been razed and town houses erected there. I feel your sense of...melancholy? loss?...at the sale of the home that is the backdrop for your childhood. It's the old cliche. Time marches on. Sometimes it can be magical so there's that. 37paddingtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12400464105403622384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123631695572626256.post-11314612886174979892015-11-14T04:56:22.187+00:002015-11-14T04:56:22.187+00:00You've got me thinking about the librarians of...You've got me thinking about the librarians of MY childhood, and the main person who comes up is the AV guy from our high school. Rumor had it that he was a Vietnam vet suffering from shell shock (this was, of course, before we knew about PTSD). He rolled around the AV cart from room to room, but he also had his own "office" in the library where the weirdos hung out with him and listened to records.Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03313726816776097840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123631695572626256.post-12914182267966193212015-11-14T03:38:14.772+00:002015-11-14T03:38:14.772+00:00There's a chapter closed on your family life. ...There's a chapter closed on your family life. I'm sure your mother will be pleased all the sale and moving business is now behind her, even though she now has to settle into a new home.<br /><br />As for school libraries; I'm sure we didn't have libraries at either the primary or secondary schools I attended. In secondary school we had novels for English Lit. and that was the extent of it. But back in those days I went to schools in an area regarded as a rural backwater.<br /><br />I must look into this.<br /><br />Ms Soupalphabet souphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11744905399607433764noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123631695572626256.post-62517327597072748992015-11-14T00:19:24.520+00:002015-11-14T00:19:24.520+00:00our school did not even have a library. We had to ...our school did not even have a library. We had to go to the public library to get books, there were only about three, one of which was a book about Eastern religion/ philosophy, which I checked out on a regular basis...Those kids of yours probably all have a secret crush on you.Linda Suehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03070050388987072100noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123631695572626256.post-60760859470604455972015-11-13T19:58:46.329+00:002015-11-13T19:58:46.329+00:00I'm impressed that you remember the names of t...I'm impressed that you remember the names of the school librarians. I don't remember any teachers (or librarians for that matter) from school except for my high school english teacher, Mrs. Yost. shoot, I don't even remember if my schools had libraries! I graduated in 1968. They must have but I have no memories of them so apparently I never used them.ellen abbotthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00535475792150335186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123631695572626256.post-31074441936633804432015-11-13T19:13:37.755+00:002015-11-13T19:13:37.755+00:00Ooh I remember my high school librarian VERY well ...Ooh I remember my high school librarian VERY well - she gave me a B in library science. That was the death of my desire to be a librarian. Darn you Mrs. Dry (or Dryer?). Hmm - I'll have to go see how close I got to her name. I do remember her face - frowning at me. I was fairly air-headed for a smart girl. Ha!The Bughttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07509037206264761261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123631695572626256.post-52659711978988714502015-11-13T15:10:34.327+00:002015-11-13T15:10:34.327+00:00You made me sit here and see if I can remember the...You made me sit here and see if I can remember the librarians at my schools and I'm sad to say I can't. I can however picture the library and I can picture the librarian from high school but I have no idea what her name was. Up to the 4th grade, I went to a Catholic school and I remember my kindergarten teacher there but that is all. I have PTSD about all the rest of my time there. It seemed like school was much easier after my parents took me out of that school and put me in a public school. The teachers were much nicer and much more helpful and the students were a lot less vindictive. No wonder I turned out so agnostic. Sharonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07645915869786296771noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123631695572626256.post-90579109636210836562015-11-13T14:18:28.100+00:002015-11-13T14:18:28.100+00:00Believe it or not- I am not sure I went to a schoo...Believe it or not- I am not sure I went to a school with a library in it until high school. And I remember nothing about it. Weird. I do know that one summer my mother went to finish her masters degree in Gainesville and we went with her and were able to use the library associated with the P.K. Young school. I was in heaven. HEAVEN! <br />Your mom is plucky! <br />And the kids who attend the school where you work are lucky. <br />Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123631695572626256.post-56018584010819857052015-11-13T13:13:29.635+00:002015-11-13T13:13:29.635+00:00I wonder if "Octopussy" had eight waitre...I wonder if "Octopussy" had eight waitresses...<br />Of course the most noteworthy British librarian of all time was surely Philip Larkin. You look a bit like him Steve. Why not write a poem called "The Old House"? Understandably it is in your thoughts a lot just now.Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123631695572626256.post-10439842575618815652015-11-13T09:52:37.914+00:002015-11-13T09:52:37.914+00:00My teachers were my role models for many years - e...My teachers were my role models for many years - even after I left that particular school. Very, very important in my life. I'm glad they have you.Joannehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08015888228309968515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123631695572626256.post-62059234765087262262015-11-13T07:23:39.281+00:002015-11-13T07:23:39.281+00:00I would have to look in my yearbook to recall the ...I would have to look in my yearbook to recall the name of my high school librarian. We did not have a library or librarian in primary or middle...Best to your Mom.ehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11376645220662546020noreply@blogger.com