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Aha! As a former Ballmer resident I have happy memories of Pratt library. Shall we share? Esta1923
Sorry, I don't have memories of the Pratt library. I live on the edge of Baltimore between Catonsville and Arbutus, so I usually go to one of those two libraries. Arbutus, mostly...
In my day (from @ 1927) all the public libraries were part of the Enoch Pratt system. Children could get cards if they could sign their name in ink regardless of age. My brother and I were allowed to go to nearby branch library alone, and I can still (at age 84) recall our joy at finding books by ourselves. As an adult I worked part-time as "non-professional help," on call, as needed. Two odd moments: one librarian scolded me for answering a patron's question. Tho I had been correct she insisted only SHE was to dispense information. Another: when I came to a far-flung branch on short notice, the librarian alerted me, as she walked out, "If you have any trouble call the firemen next-door"!! Esta 1923
Hey, I'm also a former Balmeran. My experiences are from the 70's and the 80's. At ages 7-8, being a latchkey kid, I spent hours after school at the downtown Enoch Pratt in the separate Children's section. I made friends with the librarians, hung out by the indoor goldfish pond and the little outdoor courtyard/garden. I think they introduced me to the books of Edward Eager, and somehow left me with the impression that I wasn't allowed in the adult section of the library. This impression kept me away from adult books in libraries until I was 12 or 13! In the 80's I frequented the Waverly & Govans branches as well as the Central library.
Every Saturday, rain or shine, my mom would take me by bus downtown to shop. Part of our trip was to visit the main Enoch Pratt Free Library. I remember choosing books about Baron von Munchhausen or about Babar the elephant.
i grew up and attended school in roland park, and i remember sitting on the steps of the enoch pratt as i read a favourite book or watched people across the street. i once saw my latin teacher bump a car behind him as he left a parallel parking spot. a baltimore love tap, he called it, and promptly sped away. haha
I too was a "Baltimoron". I say that lovingly..:o)
I was born in the mid 60's and stayed there until 1999.
I lived in Pigtown and we had a branch of the Enoch Pratt Free Library one block from where I lived. We used to go to the library on small field trips in school,(which was also a block from where I lived), because our school didn't have a library. I have great memories from that library.
Esta 1923, thanks for bringing back a great memory -- my Dad was born and raised in Baltimore, and as soon as I read your group name I could hear Grandmom calling me "Hon" ...then I heard the sound of her opening a Pabst out on the front stoop...
Wow, talk about a memory. I remember thinking bookmobiles were the greatest thing ever invented. And, since my elementary school didn't have a library, that was just another way I got my fill of books. To me, it really was like Christmas.
I lived only two bittersweet years in Baltimore (2002 - 2004). Baltimore is a place that quickly makes a big and deep impression (scar?) on you. Or at least that's what it felt like to our family after being hit by a car and attacked by a neighbor's pit bull in our first two months. And with all of that, I can honestly say I still fell in love with that crazy city.
Anyway, as to the Enoch Pratt, I frequented it and I have to say that you could still get a sense of what a great library it had been. But years of budget cutting had clearly taken its toll and made going there (which I often did) a decidedly mixed experience. So much so that when I saw the motto for which this group is named emblazoned on a park bench, I amended it as follows: "Baltimore, the City that Reads -- But Get Your Own Damned Book!"
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