It's National Library Week --- What's Your First Memory Of Going To The Library?

National Library Week invokes many memories we all have regarding our first experiences with Libraries. If you’re like me, the earliest ones may be the fondest. On Facebook I asked “do you remember who first took you to the library?” That in itself can open a door to all sorts of pleasant remembrances. Did a kind relative take you? Were you being “talked into it” by a family member or a friend? Did they try to convince you of all the wonders in store for you if you got there.

However it happened for you, feel free to leave a comment below with a snippet of your own introduction to Libraries. My mother took me the first few times. Then my smarty-pants sister “chaperoned” me. Ever the critical one, she thought my 5th grade choice of reading material would, as she told my mother, “stunt my growth”.  Here at Welch, my buddy Gary Faulkner already chimed in on our Facebook page with his recollection of seeing a copy of “Model Railroader” at the Library.

No, that’s not Gary under that railroad cap--- but perhaps he carried around that same enthusiastic face. I’ll have to check with him on that.

I have a hunch that Model Railroader wasn’t online when Gary first saw it, there was no “online” back then. My first recollection was being drawn to the Sports section where I remember reading about a variety of legends---Willie Mays, Babe Ruth, and Wilt Chamberlain. The library had copies of The Sporting News, and I poured through baseball, football and basketball statistics and stories.



The Enoch Pratt Library on Garrison Boulevard in Northwest Baltimore offered a fantastic setting. It was quiet, and the different areas were divided by cozy little nooks. And I never EVER knew people could be so silent. Plus, you had time to look over anything you wanted. As many people before me have described, it was that proverbial “portal to another world”, and that world was so welcoming and vast. I didn’t know such new horizons were only a few blocks from my house. The more I visited, the more I realized the Library was better than school, and provided more of a secret world than home. Soon, I didn’t need my mother or my sister to tag along. The Library showed me how to make my own way.

We’d love for you to share a recollection or two with us. (Feel free to leave a comment). Everybody has their story and the common denominator about everyone’s first exposure is that ---- as we look back, they all seem so memorable.


Alonzo LaMont 



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