tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14858576.post112271452901029724..comments2024-03-28T16:25:38.547+01:00Comments on The Butler Pennsylvania Blog ~: The Library of Bygone Days ~Charleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16789609881681811818noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14858576.post-53361483932924814482010-01-14T15:35:37.162+01:002010-01-14T15:35:37.162+01:00I can remember the wooden floors and the special s...I can remember the wooden floors and the special smell of the old library. I always found it neat that the librarian's name was Miss Story. I can still see her stamping my books with the date due.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14858576.post-86513613348217573722009-01-29T23:28:00.000+01:002009-01-29T23:28:00.000+01:00I loved the library too. It was quiet---I loved b...I loved the library too. It was quiet---I loved biographies--their covers were orange--the presidents, historical people, "Swamp Fox", moving around through the years, my first stop would be to get a library card. Things never change.Jimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10071170916669312123noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14858576.post-1153884138071401862006-07-26T05:22:00.000+02:002006-07-26T05:22:00.000+02:00It was my santuary on Saturday mornings.I loved th...It was my santuary on Saturday mornings.<BR/>I loved the library. I felt safe there.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14858576.post-1143576962583379492006-03-28T22:16:00.000+02:002006-03-28T22:16:00.000+02:00As kids we would go to the door on the far right a...As kids we would go to the door on the far right and go to the children's department. In the summer, you could borrow 10 books at a time and keep them until Sept 15th. I fell in love with the William Farley books on the Black Stallion then.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14858576.post-1142873613955141832006-03-20T17:53:00.000+01:002006-03-20T17:53:00.000+01:00On entering you felt as if it was a place where yo...On entering you felt as if it was a place where you should be silent. You went up the stairs to the desk where the libriarians sat and felt like you were in a church. Everything was so orderly. I loved it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com