Monday, April 20, 2009

Feeling the newspaper love

Whenever we were on the road as a family (which was a LOT in the summer), my dad always started off his morning with the local paper. It's a habit I acquired from him, especially when I pass through small towns.

My favorite small town paper is the The Beaver Press, which I always, always, ALWAYS buy on my way to St. George. I love getting updates on church ball games and the Senior Center menus (this week at the Milford Center you can get pork chops, creamy chicken with rice, and chili dogs--just not on the same day). I'm especially fond of the Beaver County Sheriff's Report that gives you the straightup 411 on criminal activity in the area--1 abandoned vehicle, 1 animal problem, 2 assualts, 1 burglary, 3 citizen disputes, 1 convulsions or seizures, 1 livestock problem, 2 unconscious persons, etc.

My favorite bit this week was a wedding announcement that concluded with the following sentence: "Please consider this your invitation."

I realize it sounds like I'm making fun of the paper. I'm not. Honestly, I love that there are still places in the this world where everybody knows everybody and that what happens there matters. A piece of me wishes I had a life in a place like that.


wjmom said...

I grew up in a very small Utah town and had my own column in the local paper. It was dedicated to what we 13-year-olds did in our 4-H club. My own by-line! (sigh) It was a simple place and time. I'm glad they still exist.

Welcome back!

Emma said...

Me too.

Lisa B. said...

I love this post! It reminds me of the excellent paper published by the people who own the grocery store in Island Park. It is full of weird nonsense, historical bits, and useful information about the life of that vacation town.

Louise Plummer said...

Boy, I'd buy you lunch to hear the Beaver Fight Song. I'd tap dance. Anything you say.