We carry memories and they can bubble up like a joyful spring….

Liverpool Central Library

I went along to a new meeting today of ‘The Laid Back Writers Group’ and much to my delight it was held in Liverpool’s Central Library. This building has the power to take your breath away and it is inspiring to walk through the doors and breathe it all in.

There were sixteen of us in the group and there was an immediate bond of trust. It’s like an unspoken code. You put yourself out there with anything you produce creatively and it takes courage to sit there and read it out loud. There was kindness flowing with encouraging and supportive comments. We are all learning from each other and there was a wide array of talent in the room. This regular monthly Sunday meeting will be going into my diary and now there are emails pinging back and forth as strangers become friends.

On impulse I went to the reception desk as we all left and asked if I could join. ‘Of course you can’ was the immediate reply and as I filled out the form I chatted to the ladies there. I was given a choice of library cards and mine is purple with a heart on it and the words ‘I love my library’. I pottered back upstairs and chose some fabulous knitting and crochet pattern books. Gentle warning to those I love: you may be gifted sausage dog draft excluders, house door stops and owl lavender sachets. Just saying…..

As I walked out in the afternoon Spring sunshine a memory floated up that was so clear I paused and rested on the steps a while. When I was eight years old my Grandad (Dad’s Dad) lent me his library card and took me along to the library near him and Granny to choose some books. I remember that feeling of excitement that I could read all these books, as I stood there holding his hand. Libraries have been a gift ever since. Emily and I used to spend hours in them as each week, from when she was a tiny tot, we used to go to Storytime and choose the books for her bedtime stories to bring home with us. When she was little and I used to make things, it was always the library I turned to for recipes, patterns and research. The first time Em showed me round her University and we stood in the library, we could have stayed there for hours. Our shared love of the ‘word’ stood us in good stead whenever she called and said ‘Mum please can I read you my latest essay?’ My Mum and I are always swopping books and talking about the latest one we are reading. Texts of ‘I have just found a great book for you’ are frequent and I have a wonderful memory of her head popping round my bedroom door as she would say ‘Where are you up to then? as my nose was buried in the latest one. I’d tell her and her reply was always ‘Ohhhh you wait, the best is yet to come’. My treasured friend Chris Moran and I often wish each other ‘Goodnight, sweet dreams’ as we head off to read our latest discovery. It’s such a lovely way to end the day.

My purse is guaranteed to make me smile, as each time I open it now there will be a purple ‘heart’ card inside that holds inspiration and limitless possibilities.

26 Responses to “We carry memories and they can bubble up like a joyful spring….”

  1. 1 Stuart April 3, 2016 at 5:38 pm

    That looks a special and inspiring building, slightly austere and authoritative on the exterior and no doubt warming and stimulating when through those doors.

    We had a beautiful Andrew Carnegie provided red brick library in my nearby town at one time which was replaced by a somewhat soulless 1970s construction. However, one amazing library – a private subscription one remains in the centre of Nottingham – a quiet, civilised and learned oasis in the midst of the hustle and bustle outside its doors, unknown and unrecognised by the majority of passers by. I once subscribed but found that it’s opening hours were not conducive to me visiting unfortunately. I’m glad it still stands and one of the quiet and hidden gems of Nottingham.

    Bromley House Library, Nottingham


    • 2 Jane Sturgeon April 4, 2016 at 7:53 am

      Hi Stuart, I have sent the link to a friend who lives in Nottingham. Bromley House is indeed a hidden gem, thank you. Central Library in Liverpool has a roof terrace and is amazing inside. I will send you some pictures. Hugs x


  2. 3 tornadoday March 22, 2016 at 9:44 pm

    Memories are like ghosts……..we may think we are rid of them, but dare we turn around, and there – they are new.

    I’m much too old fashioned to care much for the digital phenomenon for reading. I love the feel of a book, the scent of pages just waiting for me…… ❤

    I love the places you go……wherein you become a dream.


  3. 5 Eric Alagan March 22, 2016 at 3:06 am

    I enjoyed that sharing about your younger days, reading books and the library. Brought back many memories for me when I used to take a bus to spend hours in the library. Thank you.
    A couple of years ago the children returned home – Adamson from NYC and Alicia from Brisbane. They had timed it such that they arrived about an hour of one another.
    Lisa and I went to the airport with our youngest, Amelia.
    They piled into the car and after the first few minutes of horsing around – all 3 started to discuss the books they’ve read since they last met.
    I know then that Lisa and I had done well in inculcating the pleasure of reading.
    All good wishes, buddy.
    Much luv and hugz coming your way,


    • 6 Jane Sturgeon March 22, 2016 at 1:28 pm

      Ohh my special buddy, I feel you two are loving parents who have created a nurturing space for your offspring. Look how they have flown? Much love flowing to you all and a Happy Anniversary to you and Lisa. Your friend on Fb was ‘spot on’ when he said that a woman who has been lovingly cared for by her man shines. ❤ Xx hugs Xx

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  4. 7 Maxi March 21, 2016 at 11:39 am

    You are so right, Jane. There is nothing like a library to fill our hearts with joy and mystery and fun. Pray that all is well. Many gentle hugs flowing your way.
    blessings ~ maxi


    • 8 Jane Sturgeon March 21, 2016 at 12:03 pm

      All is well my lovely friend and I am healing. Re-discovering the things I love to do and create is a magic ingredient in that healing. I trust all is well with you? I am sending you soft hugs and healing energy. Xxx ❤

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  5. 9 Mehala Singam March 21, 2016 at 10:59 am

    How lovely! Books were and still are my best friend and you rekindled fond childhood memories of my Mum taking me to the library and of me having my nose buried in books all day! Thank you for this treasure!


  6. 11 grandfathersky March 21, 2016 at 3:13 am

    I love libraries, and books. I recently watch a video on YouTube about traditional printing and book binding, it was seven minutes that offered a clear understanding of the treasure in books. Not only is a book made in that way a treasure. The knowledge carried in its pages can be a legacy of generations, even millennium! It is no wonder that the library at Alexandria was burned, as it is clear to anyone with an open mind that knowledge is power.
    I would often pick a section and peruse all the books in the rack on boatbuilding, auto repair, philosophy, religion. At times disappointed at the content of the racks…only leading me to search farther, and wider.
    In the final scene of HG Wells – The Time Machine – the inventor is gone along with the time machine, and two books are missing from the shelf. One friend asks the other “Which ones would you choose?” … I often wonder …


    • 12 Jane Sturgeon March 21, 2016 at 12:01 pm

      Oh Pete, only two?? I have my treasured books that I still dip into, as I know you do. You have added a fair few suggestions to my shelves. The more I learn the less I know and so the happy quest for knowledge continues. It expands to fill whatever space we gift it doesn’t it? Huge hugs to you, ❤ Xx

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  7. 13 ianscyberspace March 21, 2016 at 2:36 am

    First of all, a very impressive building indeed. I think its sad that with all the resources we have on the internet now we’ve slowly put libraries away as a memory. I have my complete library on an IPad now and can access it anywhere I go, and what I don’t have you just type in on the Wikipedia page and you have an exhaustive summary of what you wish to know. I love that, but there was something about sitting in the quietness of a library and reading a book wasn’t there? You are living a memory.


    • 14 Jane Sturgeon March 21, 2016 at 11:58 am

      You sparked a scene I saw yesterday Ian. There was a man in a comfy chair sitting amoung the shelves of books reading quiety. He looked so at peace that I smiled at the sight. It’s a act of self love to sit in peace and lose yourself in a book isn’t it? Hugs for you. X

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  8. 15 Marylin Warner March 20, 2016 at 10:35 pm

    Oh, if only I could cross my fingers and close my eyes and transport to your wonderful writing sites, Jane, I’d be with you now! This was another lovely account, and your “As I walked out in the afternoon Spring sunshine a memory floated up that was so clear I paused and rested on the steps a while…” and the beautifully written account with your mom were a delight.


  9. 17 clarepooley33 March 20, 2016 at 10:05 pm

    This is a wonderful post Jane! To have found such a supportive creative-writing group is such good news. I hope the friendships and the writing flourish! I love a good library! Sadly our local one doesn’t have a great selection of books but they do their best with meagre resources. I don’t know what I’d do if I didn’t have books to read – they are such a comfort and an escape too.
    Take care my dear and have a good week – Clare xx


  10. 23 journeyintopoetry March 20, 2016 at 8:03 pm

    Yes please!! Carry on writing! ❤️ Xxx


  11. 25 journeyintopoetry March 20, 2016 at 7:53 pm

    A joyful spring indeed!! Oh Jane, I love, love, love this post; I was smiling widely all the way through. You have a way with words that makes me want to curl up in front of the fire and read on and on and… ❤️


    • 26 Jane Sturgeon March 20, 2016 at 7:58 pm

      Well, my treasured and supportive friend, maybe the idea that was sparked today of putting the ‘farm sitting adventures’ out on Kindle is worth pondering on….of course, I need to finish them first!! Ahem! I love you ❤ XxXx


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