'Tis the season
This is one of those odd publishing weeks. We tried to slave away as usual on Monday, but had to scramble to make up the difference on Tuesday. All because of the Labor Day weekend. Life in the newspaper business is turned upside-down when holidays roll around. Thanks, by the way, to all of you who figured it out and left me press releases and messages on Friday. It is pretty nice to have that information in advance and good for you for being smart enough to figure it out!
After I deliver the papers to Florence and Burns on Wednesday, I am taking a week and a half off. You are all on your own. I haven't had a full week off since I started this job, but I am going to just walk away from it come the sixth of September.
Daughter number one is getting married on the 14th and my attention is required elsewhere.
The next paper will come as scheduled on Sept. 11. I don't know what will get printed or who will be around to accept your news items. I just know it won't be me. Chris Young, who teaches government and current events at Peabody-Burns High School, will be submitting student essays relevant to the anniversary of Sept. 11 as guest editorials. This will be a good opportunity for all of us to know what our future leaders think about what is probably the biggest single event of world impact in their lives. Be sure to read what they have to say.
Sports will be reported and your social items will be accepted. This might be a challenge for the folks at the helm, but I bet they come through — they always do.
Meanwhile, I will be rounding up wildflowers, 1940s tablecloths, hay bales, lanterns, and more wildflowers. It seems the mister and I have raised a child who isn't much interested the traditional trappings of a wedding ceremony. She only wants all the significant people in her life to join her and her fiancé in a celebration. Casual dress (thus the hay bales), a picnic reception (thus the vintage table settings), and Kansas wildflower bouquets (thus the mother of the bride tromping through ditches and pastures instead of typing the Milton news).
They request no gifts. They have been on their own long enough not to need toasters, woks, linens, or china. They have, instead, selected several local organizations as recipients of donations in their names. Yes, we are pleased that they did that. Really pleased, quite frankly. We think it means that we raised a good and socially conscious child and that she has chosen a mate of the same persuasion.
Morgan, we love you. We wish you the best that life can offer. You are everything a daughter should be. Shane, we welcome you to our family. You are patient and dependable, artistic and talented. May you both be even better people for your commitment to one another.
And now, I'm outa here!
— SUSAN MARSHALL
