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23 May 2008


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This is fascinating! You've taught me something today. I have only ever heard of Reading Rooms attached to museums, libraries and societies of various kinds, never as a rural 'village hall' type of place! I'm going to read your link and do some more research!

I wonder if perhaps the name was regional? Or maybe the change of name was regional .. maybe they all used to be called reading rooms, but the name has hung on longer in some areas than others? I'm going to ask my mother about whether she remembers reading rooms from her childhood in Norfolk.

Thanks for an interesting post!

What an interesting post, D. I have never given any thought to the origins of the reading rooms I've seen in towns and villages. I will definitely be more aware of them from now on and I'll send you photos of any I come across.

I've never heard of reading rooms before, but what a fabulous idea. I'm fairly certain we don't have them here in Australia, but I wish we did.

I've never, ever heard of reading rooms. I'm amazed. Thanks for the great post.

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Thought for life

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    We are the carriers of lives and legends - who knows the unseen frescoes on the private walls of the skull?

Thinking about . . .

  • Daniel Klein, Travels with Epicurus
    I too listen to music more and more. Throughout my life, music has stirred me more than any other art form, and now, in old age, I find myself listening to it almost every evening, usually alone, for hours at a time.
  • Julia Blackburn, Thin Paths
    I began writing because I liked to write things down. I learnt foreign languages because they seemed to enter my head by a process of osmosis.
  • Joan Bakewell, Stop the Clocks
    I live contentedly alone. It's better that way and I am often thoughtful about what has been and what might have been. There are many like me.
  • Patti Smith, M Train
    Oh to be reborn within the pages of a book.
  • Patti Smith, M Train
    Why is it that we lose the things we love, and things cavalier cling to us and will be the measure of our worth after we’re gone?
  • Judith Kerr, Observer Magazine, 22 November 2015
    I don't believe in God. I find it much easier to believe in ancestors. I like to imagine they are pointing us in the right direction.

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