Thursday, March 6, 2014
True’s Miscellany / March 2014
I was in the fourth grade, nine or ten years old; and we had just moved into town. We had been living with my grandparents on a small dairy farm. I had to make new friends – sometimes easier said than done.
My mother bought me a small, very basic, toy printing press. Each rubber letter had to be placed separately in a frame before they could be inked and run through the hand press. It was very time consuming. Nonetheless, I decided to start a neighborhood newspaper. It was pretty basic, one page, and some brief comments about the neighborhood: trash on the street, dogs and cats roaming around, weather, general things I observed from a young kid’s perspective. I made ten copies and delivered them to our nearest neighbors. I planned to put out one edition per week. It gave me something to do. My mother had to OK each edition. She gave me a lot of encouragement.
The second edition didn’t go so well. At the second or third house a lady answered the door. She said, “Oh, we’re not interested. Why don’t you give this to someone else?” I went home. That was the last time I played with the printing press.
It was one of those early life lesson’s we all learn along the way. Not everyone is interested in what we have to say.
Recently, I discontinued my blog for a few days and considered bagging the whole deal. Some things started to bother me. Was this little more than gossip? Do I offend some people or hurt their feelings? What’s the point? Am I accomplishing anything positive? I think the answers to those questions are: ‘yes,’ ‘probably,’ ‘I’m not sure there is a point,’ and ‘doubtful.’
After a few days it occurred to me that some people may read what I write; and spend, if only a fleeting moment, thinking about what I’ve written. That’s a pretty heady concept in and of itself. Moreover, I enjoy stating my opinions on various topics. And, I enjoy reading readers’ comments.
So, I suppose, this blog is a rebirth of my long defunct newspaper. I don’t have to deliver it door to door; and if someone doesn’t want to read it they can simply hit delete. I should say, however, that I mean no harm to anyone. These are just my thoughts. It gives me an outlet, makes life a little more interesting and settled, and lets me vent.
Some of you might be interested and some not. That’s life.