Silly little sadness

It was a small town paper that won't leave much of a ripple going down, but it was ours.

I haven't lived in that town for 53 years, but some of my early poetry was published in it, as was my engagement and marriage and those of my siblings.

My late older brother was a reporter and photographer for the Herald, and once, in his dry droll manner, borrowed my horse, donned a Stetson, and rode the four miles into town to deliver his news a la Pony Express. He tied the reins to a parking meter.

It saddens me.

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PoetryNEmotion · F

Certainly it is not silly sadness when a piece of history dies. Your heart will go on with its memories. Do you have yellowed clippings from it saved over the years, Mamap? Grizzly bear huggggggggggsssss.

Mamapolo2016 · F

@PoetryNEmotion Sadly, no. Never been much of a clippings person although now I wish I were. Somewhere I have a clipping of a photo of my brother standing next to my horse at the parking meter. Thank you, friend.

Heartlander · 80-89, M

@PoetryNEmotion

FWIW, there's an internet service called Newspapers.com that has a pretty extensive database of newspapers, including many weekly newspapers that were common and popular in many smaller communities. Tiny newspapers that have been out of print for years and many that reach back into the 19th century.

I was able to find my parents marriage announcement and birth announcements, etc. There are lots of time gaps, but overall plenty enough to give good snapshots of what our hometowns were like before we were born.