Remember those halcyon days before we were yoked to our technology and had to rely only on our wits and old wives tales to get anything done?
I know for a fact back then my husband and I used to be able to watch a movie without looking up IMDB to remind us, “Who is that girl playing the sister?”
I’m pretty sure I used to be able to communicate without memes to punctuate my thoughts.
And I’m positive I used to write novels without the internet at my beck-and-call.
In fact, when I was still writing for kids, back [mumbles] years ago, I actually hired a woman to do some research for me about Civil War weapons. She returned to me, via the United States Postal Service, a slick presentation folder loaded with photos and all the information I wanted, and more. At the time I didn’t realize she was the precursor to my personal Google.
So it’s in this spirit I’m sharing some vintage images of actual questions received at the reference desk of the New York Public Library, all which make me realize I’d be a lousy reference librarian.
Yes, if they want to drive, get married, or work as a therapist.
Um … can I get one, too?
Would you like to expand your search to include donuts,
ice cream cones, and the weinermobile?
That question doesn’t even make cents.
Really? You’re going to start a poetry rumble with a librarian?
On Valentine’s Day??
Ah, a question as old as time. And always weirdly worded.
But my favorite question, and one that makes me want to research the NYC police blotter in the days following 6/6/58 …..
What were these people researching? Have you ever asked the reference librarian questions? Would you be a good reference librarian?