#librarieschangelives Whenever we moved (a lot) the first thing I did was get a library card! They were always there, through all times, good and bad!
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I spent so much time in the adult fiction area, where it was quiet and I could settle in to read without getting bullied for it. The library staff all knew me, and knew what I read, and talked to me like I had value.
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I was homeschooled, parentified, & isolated, especially after a move to the suburbs cut me off from, quite literally, everyone I knew. Went into a neighborhood with girls who'd follow me, telling me to kill myself.
The library was friendly. #LibrariesChangeLives
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I have always known Librarians to be outwardly conforming, but inwardly rebellious. Librarians always seem to be good at reading people to their reading material. Never denied a book, never talked down to! As a result I consumed a lot of books...and here I am today! #MLIS #LibrariesChangeLives
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#LibrariesChangeLives. It's great to see so many people speaking fondly of staff too - without library assistants and librarians, a library is just a room full of books.
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#LibrariesChangeLives. Or save them, in this case.
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Ran out of space. #LibrariesChangeLives
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This was my library when I was a kid, went every single day in the summer. #LibrariesChangeLives That gorgeous place taught me about beauty in all forms, esp books. Never saw any ghosts but purportedly they lived there. I was very lucky to have had that special place. www.flickr.com/photos/90638...
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I grew up in a lower middle class, Midwest USA small town. I attended the local Methodist Church and went to public schools within walking distance of my house. My family was “dirt poor,” but so was everybody else in my home town. My parents were divorced (and Dad flew the coop), a rarity in 1960s-1970s small town America, so we were a bit poorer than our neighbors, living on just Mom’s income. But my (working single) mother made up for our low circumstances in many creative ways. The most impactful thing my mother ever did for me – and I choose to believe this was her intention; she made this decision with me and my future in mind – was to buy a small house in which to raise her 3 children, a house only half a block from our large-and- quite-impressive-for-a-small-town public library.
Growing up, I practically lived in that library. In part because it was air-conditioned, which my home was not. In part because I had a mean older brother who thought books were for nerds and wouldn’t be caught dead there (ah, the great escape!). But most of all, I grew up in the library because I couldn’t get enough of reading. Books transported me to other worlds, both here on Earth (other times, other places, other cultures), and to worlds of the imagination (science fiction and fantasy, mostly). The three elderly librarians who ran the place adopted me as their own and let me read anything I wanted, with no age or subject restrictions. They introduced me to Books in Print and ordered anything I requested through the Interlibrary Loan System. That library, and those librarians, basically co-parented me for the first 18 years of my life. It was bliss.
Here's my entry. This is from my Medium about page:
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I worked in/adjacent to a Uni library for six months and it was such a safe space and I had access to material to learn about myself. #LibrariesChangeLives
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"Unstructured acceptance," what a wonderful coinage. #LibrariesChangeLives
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