© Marie Marshall
I remember that slip of paper! And it was the same for me 🙂 Sometimes there was a gap of years in between the dates and then the book was very popular for a while. I thought of detective stories with those slips as evidence too lol 🙂
The Case of the Missing Late Return Fine.
I’m with you, girl!
In the library, it was like having your autograph on the inside of each book that you had read, a personal trophy or medal.
When I was looking for a particular book, traversing the long, narrow (and heavy—don’t pull them out to far!) card files reminded me, fingertip by fingertip, that each card belonged to its own unique world. Sometimes I would pause card-by-card to mull over the titles of the other worlds I had stumbled upon before getting to the one I was searching for.
Those files collectively contained a universe of human thought, each long drawer were a galaxy of ideas and each card a unique world of its own. It took time and care and pause to traverse those planets in search for new life.
Now people have no time to even dine on a decent meal or to ponder a universe in a sliver of paper.
One touch of a button
and our dinner is done,
the battle’s lost
or war is won,
the book is found
without the fun;
where went our universe?
Books have a bitter smell, and the scent of the endorsing ink was like a side-salad.
I take mine with honey mustard… Kinda reminds me of a girl across the Pond.
You woulda made a good library science technician. I preferred the graffiti, but ain’t it weird how people don’t seem to mind traffic jams and crowded rooms, but when it comes to personal information, they’re CIA private? Inflated self importance would be my guess.
The Aborigines say “The more you know, the less you need”.
“food”-i don’t say that when i know i got diarrhea.
“toilet paper”- i don’t say that when i know there’s fecal cohesion.
ah yes… that brought back some memories… i love the idea of inventing stories about the borrowers…
I wonder how accurate they might have been…
I recall those also and created my own stories about their lives…and why they read that particular book.
Books are like little engines, effecting change.
There would also be the occasional pithy remark based on how many borrowers wrote their names on the back, i.e.: “This book gets around, like Susan.”
There it is.
“Nice tats, Sue.”
“They’re not tats, they’re date-stamps.”
OMG. Here is proof our souls are connected. I used to do this with phone books. I’d be looking for something or other and then happen over a name. See how many were listed by that name and imagine how they lived – of course, I had addresses so not as anonymous as your imaginings. Or as original. Alas, I likely never will be… though I do try… lol 😉
The good thing about phone books is that you can sing the contents.
hahahahhaha lmao If you see crazy old lady singing her phone book, you will know it’s me now!
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