Today I made a trip into town where – amongst other things - I made a visit to our local library. I don ‘t visit there very often these days,
but today I had a special reason for going.
(I’ll come to that later).
(I’ll come to that later).
It’s always rather strange walking through the main door of
the library. You see, years ago, I used to work there. I was the children’s librarian,
first of all for the small branches in the local villages and then after a couple of years I was in charge of the main
central library in the town. I loved that job – I got to select and buy
lots of wonderful books and get them on the shelves, meet with children of all ages and help them find
books they would enjoy. I used to love
running the library clubs and special book quizzes – and it was
always such a pleasure to know that I
was helping children with their reading and encouraging them to read more.
Since I left, the library has changed a lot. The children’s
library has been moved several times,
once going from the ground floor to the second floor, and becoming smaller after cutbacks. But now it’s back where it was
when I ran it, on the ground floor, with lots of shelves filled with wonderful
books – even a couple of comfortable easy chairs and settees – those weren’t
there when I ran the place (unfortunately!)
So I had a nostalgic moment thinking about the job I used to
have and how the library was the place I came to every day of the week. Then I
remembered why I was in the library at all, and that reminded me of just how my
life has changed and how very different my job is now.
I was in the library to donate some of my books – the library
takes many of my international editions, so I was there with a box full of
Japanese, French, Italian, Brazilian, Dutch and Czech editions, together with some
large print editions that the library can really use. This reminded me of how, 30 years ago this
month, I was waiting for another parcel of books – the very first parcel of
many – the very first set of my author’s copies of my first book. That book,
The Chalk Line, was first published in the UK, in hardback only, in December
1984.
30 years ago! It doesn’t seem possible – and yet there are
all those foreign editions to prove how different things are now from then. The
Chalk Line didn’t appear in foreign editions
for some time. The German edition was
the very first translation I ever saw. And now I have 63 titles published, and
I’m hard at work on my 64th.
So many of the children I helped to find the books to enjoy have gro
wn up in that time, they have their own children – I sometimes see them with their kids in the Children’s library now,.
wn up in that time, they have their own children – I sometimes see them with their kids in the Children’s library now,.
So next month I’ll be celebrating the 30th
anniversary of my very first book being published. It’s been a complete change
in the way I thought my life would go, I have a totally different job to work at, shelves of published
editions of my books – and so many friends all over the world,. Both writers
and readers, to show as a result. It’s
all been so much more exciting and rewarding than I could ever imagined.
So what about you? Where were you and what were you
doing 30 years ago ? Were you even
alive then – eek! That’s a question that scares me!
alive then – eek! That’s a question that scares me!
Has your life changed as much in the past 30 years? Did you
expect to be where you are today, back then?
I know I didn’t.
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5 comments:
30 years ago, I was a high school senior! making plans for college, school dance (Belle's Ball right after Christmas, and I had a Gunne Sax dress--very important back then), and wondering if my p/t job would pay for college (it did!!!) So many dreams--life didn't quite turn out the way I expected, but I love the life I have.
Denise
Time flies. 30 years ago I was fairly newly married with a one year old son.
Thanks for telling me your story, Denise - that's a lovely memory. We all have such dreams, but it's fascinating how life can take us on a different path. I'm so pleased that you loved the life you have - I hope it continues that way.
Hi Mary - time does fly doesn't it? I hope that one year old son is now a happy and healthy man - he'd just be the perfect age to be one of my heroes!
Hi Kate and congratulations on 30 fabulous years and all those fabulous books! I love that you can go back to where you were then, and see the library from the other side of reading.
Thirty years ago I was working in Canberra and I'd met *the* one, though we were still some years off from marriage and family (and rediscovering my one time wish of being an author.) Funny how life doesn't always move in straight lines but circles :)
xxTrish
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