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Our last issue--address label to our son Vance, a student at Lubbock Christian |
I'm still recovering, as a matter of fact, after learning of the death of "my" paper, the Waurika News-Democrat at the first of this month.
I was surprised that after all these years--29 to the month after we sold it--I was so raw for my 12 years there.
John Dunn's poetry comes to mind: "No man is an island…any man's death diminishes
me." Any newspaper's death does the same. I am always sad when a newspaper fails, and I know what a paper means to a town. But this made it very personal.
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Clark, with the Don Morrison School of Journalism |
Curtis asked me to write a monthly column for them, and so I put one together, named "Coffee with Clark," from this blog, and the descendant of my long ago column "Trail Talk." It appeared this week, 29 years after I quit writing the other one.
So my excuses are past, the roadblock has been removed.
I go back to Waurika every Mother's Day and plant flowers at Mom's grave, and then drive down those red brick streets, past the old paper office, through the neighborhoods, remembering raising a family there. It can be depressing, as the town has dwindled some. More telling are all the names I know on gravestones in the cemetery.
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We gave these away as subscription promotions. |
Those thoughts and images are brewing in my coffee pot and in future posts. Ironically, when talking about this blog--billed above as an old-fashioned newspaper column, a good friend said to me once, "You've got your newspaper back."
Lots of stories to come--backshops, cut and paste, darkrooms, selling advertising, and more--a salute to the Waurika News-Democrat, the town's oldest business.