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Saturdays at Loughborough library

When I was a teenager in the 1980s, I loved going to the library on a Saturday. I borrowed books, music on tape and spent countless hours learning languages by writing sentences in a note book. Where ever I live, one of the first things I do is join the local library. The library was, and is today, a place of knowledge, relaxation and pleasure.

Billingshurst's Old Library

I remember going to the old library in Billingshurst as a child. It was on the corner of West Street, in what is now the hall/ meeting room of the Trinity United Reformed Church. The chapel was attached, as it is now.I remember it being quite a dark place, with wooden floorboards; queueing up at the desk to get my book (s) stamped; the mysterious card system that magically enabled the librarian to locate the correct card/book/borrower!Strangely, I don't remember the transition to the 'new', existing library. However, I still frequent the library and am so grateful for all that…

A life in libraries

I became a member of Worthing (where I grew up) library at the earliest age allowed as my parents couldn't keep up with my incessant demand for new books to read. I remember the children's library as being a sunny, warm and joyful space for a little girl who was happiedt with her nose in a book. The Saturday morning visits continued through my school days and browsing the initially rather forbidding tall wooden stacks of the adult library lead to many serendipitous 'finds', even if they were rather too advanced for a 14 year-old! The library became the meeting…