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6 comments

  • Jane Skinner January 23, 2021 at 9:01 pm - Reply

    I laughed out loud! Reminds me of an occasion many years ago (early 80s) when I was working in a library in a very small town. We acquired a microfilm reader and set of fiche that comprised the union catalogue for the small libraries in the surrounding region. A gentleman from the town’s newspaper (which was published once a week) came in for a look and later published an article entitled “Library acquires the internet”. Those were the days!

  • Bernice Page January 23, 2021 at 9:56 pm - Reply

    How hilarious Sue.
    You have incredible patience.

  • bflyguy January 23, 2021 at 11:27 pm - Reply

    Great blog post! When I was of a certain young age, much of what the public library in St. Thomas could offer was lost on my mutton headed youth and the vacant minds of the witless gang of deplorables whom I associated with. We had better things to do, like roam the downtown streets, unsuccessfully looking for girls. I believe the only time we came into any proximity of the local library was when some wag glued a piece of steel wool on, let’s say the nether region, of the nude figure of a woman gracing the front of the building. It was only when, at a much later age, and a move to London,and having kids, I began to frequent the local treasure that is Landon in Wortley village.

    • Speranza January 23, 2021 at 11:31 pm - Reply

      What a rascal you were back then – but steel wool?! You made me lol!

  • Mrs. Loudshoes January 25, 2021 at 5:01 am - Reply

    Librarians are the unsung hero’s of society. They perform an invaluable service, with limitless patience, and get almost zero recognition. There needs to be more statues devoted to librarians.

    • Speranza January 25, 2021 at 12:36 pm - Reply

      You are very kind.I’m ready for my close-up anytime a sculptor wants to show up …

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