May 14 2014 7:15am

Do You Remember Your First Librarian?

Today, at least according to Facebook, is Badass Librarian Day, which seems as good a time to celebrate those people who first fed our addiction. Perhaps your first librarian told you where to find the Nancy Drew books, or allowed you to take books out that might have been a little bit too grown-up for your chronological age. Maybe your first librarian reprimanded the noisy kids around you, which meant you could read in peace.

Happy Badass Librarian Day, and now we want to know—do you remember your first librarian? What do you remember about them?

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1. scarlettleigh
Sorry, I don't remember my first librarian. I know I read as a young child but I don't remember going to the library that much. From 13 to my early 20's I do. I used to visit both the library and the bookmobile constantly.

In fact one of the librarians in the bookmobile became my first roommate, in my first apartment.
Jennifer Proffitt
2. JenniferProffitt
I'm with @scarlettleigh, I don't remember my first, but I worked as a library page all throughout high school and into college so librarians sure did make an impact on me!
Jena Briars
3. CutMyTeethOnKleypas
I TOTALLY remember my first librarian - Mrs. Diamond. Her son was in our third grade class, and although she was strict as all hell, she was nicer to our class so we loved her.

I also remember when I ordered books from the Scholastic book fair (remember those?) and I forgot to pick them up. After running to the library at the end of the day (and crying b/c it was locked) she walked over from across the courtyard and was like, "Oh, yeah - no problem, here's your book order - I'll totally open up the library." And I was super pumped :D
4. lauralee1912
I was a freakily advanced reader by second grade and my teacher had me work with the school librarian to find books to read that met with my maturity level and kept me challenged. The librarian was a kind, older lady, but I can't remember her name. She introduced me to Marguerite Henry's books because I was horse crazy.

Had to share the Badass Librarian's Day page with my current favorite librarian, who also happens to be my goddaughter. :)
Melodie McCutcheon
5. Dragonkitty
I don't remember her name but I remember many encounters with the elderly head librarian in the public library when I was a tween. I wanted to read science fiction and fantasy and this was back in the 70s when girls weren't supposed to be reading those. She kept pushing romances onto me. I think the old dear would have been horrified to realize that the bodice rippers of the 70s were very different from the sweet romances of her youth and were much more inappropriate for an 11-12 year old than the fantasy books that she kept trying to pull me away from. Having a college+ reading level in grade school made choosing books difficult.Looking back I wish I hadn't skipped straight over the tween-appropriate books skill-wise.
6. Lammie
My mother was a librarian, so I guess she was my first librarian - we always had lots of books in the house. She was the smartest woman I ever knew. She knew all the answers to all of the Jeopardy questions. We didn't really have a great relationship, but I always respected her intelligence.

When I was in high school, I worked as a library page, and the children's librarian turned out to be the mother of my third grade teacher. That was the first time I remember thinking about how interconnected people can be, and it really threw me for a loop the first time I saw my (old, but actually young) teacher talking to my librarian!
Cynthia Durichek
7. beachlover
I am a retired school librarian and a few years back I was at a party when a former student came up to me and told me she had always been so impressed with my beautiful long fingernails. Apparently, she never remembered anything I was trying to teach her but instead just focused on my fingernails and vowed that when she grew up she too would have beautiful long fingernails. She proudly showed me her fingernails and declaired, "see, now I have long beautiful fingernails just like you."
So I guess it didn't matter what I tried to teach or tried to instill a love of reading in all those young minds as long as I got through to one student the importance of beautiful nails.
BTW, I still have beautiful long fingernails.
8. Kareni
beachlover, congratulations on those beautiful fingernails! Isn't it nice to make an impact?

I don't recall my first librarian or even my first library as we moved a lot. I certainly know my current librarians and spend a lot of time at the two libraries closest to me.
9. RobinC
By the time I was 4, Mom had started a little neighborhood library in the two room storage shed in the vacant lot next door. One room for adults, the other for kids. The moms cleaned it out and painted it and our dads put in shelves and made a couple of tables out of old doors. Dad made a sign out of some scrap metal and paint from his work. Everyone brought old books and Mrs. Thompson, the old, old lady in the big house across the street, gave my mom $20 to buy books. I remember going with mom to thrift stores for books ; my dad took us dumpster diving for old furniture/wood scraps that he used for shelves and chairs. Mom did storytimes almost every day after school. We left when I was 7. We were on a road trip last summer and passed through for the first time since then. The neighborhood is much, much nicer than it was back in the day. But do you know there is still a tiny library there? The vacant lot has been turned into a little park area with kid toys. Both are maintained by local volunteers. The sign my dad made is still on the wall of the (new) library structure. My mom cried a river when I told here about it. For her birthday, we gave her a framed "then and now" picture of "her" library.
Patricia Wilkerson
10. Proofreaderpat
I don't remember her name but I remember how she used to rat me out to my mother whenever I wanted to borrow romance novels! I switched to a different library branch.
11. SandyH
The first librarian I remember was the one who would not let me check out Nathaniel Hawthorne's The House of Seven Gables. She thought I was too young (I was twelve). My Mother had to go with me so I could borrow the book.
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