0 thoughts on “Of Library Cards and Furtive Glances

  1. Claudia

    We moved to Fort Collins when I had just turned five. My dad pointed my older sister, brother and me in the direction of the small and ancient public library a mere six blocks away. I’m not sure who printed my name on that first card, (and for the first few years of school I got more books from our school library) but I do remember it being a magical place with a stereopticon and a metal, spiral staircase to the basement where the children’s books were.

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  2. Donna

    I remember coming home from the library with an armful of books and looking at my brothers’ and sisters’ books to see what else I would get to read that week. I also remember making Dad make a special trip to the library on a non-library night to pick up a special order book for me that I couldn’t wait even one more day to read……and I read the whole thing when he went in the store to get milk!

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    1. beckycc

      Geez, Claudia … a stereopticon?! I hope that reflects on the age of the library and not of you!

      Donna … your dad ROCKS!

      Vicki … heard a comedian say the other night that he didn’t really like the ending of TDOAF. Seemed a little abrupt to him. No, I didn’t laugh. That would be wrong.

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  3. Adam

    I heard someone say that when they saw a stage version of tdoaf it was so bad that when the Nazis burst in he yelled “they’re in the attic!” and got up to leave

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    1. beckycc

      Adam has many avenues for his defense here … one, the oldies are the goodies … two, his parents force-fed him a steady diet of old jokes … and three, he probably does know somebody who actually said and/or did this.

      Regardless, it made me laugh and that’s all that counts!

      But now I have to figure out why the comments on this blog are going the wrong way. Shouldn’t the newer ones be at the end??

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