Apologies as it’s been a wee while since I last checked in. Anyway as I was browsing through the most recent blogs from my fellow bloggers, I have to say some of them really hit a chord with me. Particularly Pipa and Kathy.
Pipa’s fascinating account of her recent visit to Canada and her husband's search for his roots, I found quite incredible. I can’t imagine what it must be like to discover suddenly close members of your family that you have never met before. It reminds me of something you’d see in a film! Amazing!
When I read Kathy’s blog about children and reading I have to say I was transported immediately back to my own childhood. My father was an extremely clever man and indeed a lover of books, and although I can only remember a handful of occasions that he read to me, I have very clear memories of Sunday afternoons going for walks and ending up in some bookshop for at least a couple hours.
My own love of books
It was from here that my own love of books developed. As children we were always encouraged to get books from the library and I would trot down on a Monday after school to get my weekly fix. I recall that at even six years old I was allowed a maximum of 3 books. This seemed at the time grossly unfair as adults could take out up to 6 books in any one week.
The problem was that I could easily spend hours browsing and choosing, only to have them finished by the Wednesday! This then resulted in me visiting my local bookshop where I again would spend hours (never actually buying anything mind you!). I remember I used to take an old bus ticket and use it to keep my place in whichever book I happened to be reading. This went on for months.
Being asked to leave from a bookshop!
I was about 7 years old at the time when suddenly as I was about to hide (yet again) the book that I was reading, there came a tap on the shoulder and the shop assistant said in rather austere tones, “Young lady, I think you have just about read every book we have in this shop! If you don’t intend to buy anything could you please leave!!” Well.
Outraged in my tender years I rushed back home, opened my piggy bank and returned immediately to make a purchase. Problem was I finished the book that evening so the next day I returned to say that I hadn’t liked it and could I get my money back or choose another book! I was then subjected to a thorough explanation on the differences between a bookstore and a public library, and promptly shown the door! No 30-day money-back guarantee there then !!!
I still love my books though, and as some of you are aware we have been involved in loads of building work at home and so most of them are still in storage. Problem is at our last count between my husband and me we have managed to chalk a total of around 900.
Perhaps it’s time to apply for further planning permission and build a library extension. Don’t know, what do you think? I’m sure we’re not the only ones!
Catch up soon. Promise!