612.6
The school library, which is right next to my office, is a happening place. The library staff is continually coming up with intriguing enticements to read, to peruse, to browse. Currently they are running an effort called Dewey-A-Day. It seems each day they post a Dewey number (today is 810) and students are urged to visit the section, examine some books, and then enter a drawing for a prize. Love it!
An ancient memory has surfaced.
I was about 13, and a very naive and unsophisticated 13. My father had a card for the Philadelphia Library; it enabled him to check out 12 books for three weeks. I was a voracious reader, so the deal was that he would pick out up to six books, and I could pick six.
One evening, while searching through the "to be shelved" cart for something new and different, I found the book pictured above. I was 13, therefore, a teen-ager, and I delved into it and gasped! Oh, the information it contained! I'd no idea. No idea whatsoever. I made a mental note of the call number (see, I can still remember it!). Certainly not brave enough to check the book out, on subsequent visits I would pick out my books very, very quickly and then head over to 612.6 and furtively self-educate before it was time to check out.
I don't think my father ever knew . . . .
An ancient memory has surfaced.
I was about 13, and a very naive and unsophisticated 13. My father had a card for the Philadelphia Library; it enabled him to check out 12 books for three weeks. I was a voracious reader, so the deal was that he would pick out up to six books, and I could pick six.
One evening, while searching through the "to be shelved" cart for something new and different, I found the book pictured above. I was 13, therefore, a teen-ager, and I delved into it and gasped! Oh, the information it contained! I'd no idea. No idea whatsoever. I made a mental note of the call number (see, I can still remember it!). Certainly not brave enough to check the book out, on subsequent visits I would pick out my books very, very quickly and then head over to 612.6 and furtively self-educate before it was time to check out.
I don't think my father ever knew . . . .
Comments
So, did this book teach you everything your parents didn't tell you?
Yes, I remember "that" class for the girls and all that wasn't even hinted at. Good grief!
I was in public school so the chapter on human reproduction was part of the course, but nobody looked at anybody when it was being presented. It seemed so unimaginable at the time ...
Thanks for the laugh!
Hugs!
And, yes, I do remember the Kotex movie. Fifth grade. Mothers invited to attend. The film projector had to be adjusted and Mr. Lukas, the principal, had to come in the auditorium to do the adjusting. Nervous giggles all around!