Accept It! Small Town Newspapers Must Change.

Something About Nothing by Julie Seedorf published in the Albert Lea Tribune and The Courier Sentinel week of May 19.courier sentinel

Small town newspapers have been around for decades. It is fun to look back through the archives of small town newspapers and read the announcements and the way they were written. This is the announcement of my grandfather’s first wife’s death.

Mrs. Jerome Young who lives about six miles northeast of town in Freeborn County, died on Wednesday morning of last week of lung fever. The funeral services were held Friday. The deceased leaves a husband and four children to mourn her death. Mrs. Young was a fine woman and very active and progressive. Her death is a terrible blow to her family. This was in the Forum-Advocate, Tuesday, Sept. 5, 1907.

In the same paper was also this note exactly as it was written; run-on sentence and all: “Last Friday the Basket Ball girls were all at the depot and ready to go to Lake Crystal, the train was late so before it came Mr. Barnes received a telephone message telling the girls not to come on account of the rain. The game was postponed until Monday.”

The Forum Advocate was filled with news about what the residents of the community were doing, who they were visiting, whether they were traveling as is the case of E.O. Oren and Alex Enochson.

This little tidbit was their little news of the week: “E.O. Oren and Alex Enochson left Saturday Evening for New York on business. Mr. Oren had started a car of dressed poultry ahead and expected to reach the metropolis about the same time the freight did.”

Writing has changed since 1907. Newspapers have changed. If you look back in the archives of old newspapers across the decades you would see the change in the way the newspapers reported the news. Those newspapers might also give you a glimpse through their changes of the progression of changes in the way people live their lives. If you look back at the past, you may see the reason newspapers in 2014 must change it up another notch.

No longer do people want it reported in the newspaper when they are leaving town. It is not safe. The Internet has also changed those hometown tidbits. We already know what is happening in the lives of the people we care about because of the convenience of social media. Communities have gotten smaller and people’s worlds have gotten bigger.

We, in the southern Minnesota area are very fortunate to still have small town newspapers such as The Courier Sentinel, the New Richland Star-Eagle and the Wells Mirror to name a few. We are still fortunate enough to have bigger community’s newspapers still going strong, such as the Albert Lea Tribune.

As the small town newspapers struggle to stay successful in this competitive news world, they are making changes that occasionally upset their readers. Change is hard on everyone, but for small community newspapers, the changes must be made to stay in business. These newspapers must reach out to a broader reader base outside of their communities. Newspapers rely on advertising and with small communities there is not the broad business base there once was, so newspapers must appeal to those also outside their area in order to sell advertising.

Communities used to be sufficient within their borders. Our small towns had clothing stores, grocery stores, shoe stores, restaurants, lumberyards, car dealerships, churches and people to support these businesses. These businesses advertised and the local news was reported. Small towns were happening.

As much as we want our area newspapers to stay the same, if you look back through history there has been change in the newspapers formats and there has always been resistance to change. Life is change. Every single day when we open our eyes something about our life is going to be different.

I like to look at the change in area newspapers as progress. I love reading a story outside of my little world that broadens my learning and my knowledge of places and people. I love reading a story in a newspaper that challenges my thinking whether I agree with it or not.

Newspapers now have an online presence. They have a Facebook page. They need to keep up with social media to survive.

When I used to read my local paper when I was younger, the local stories pertained only to my hometown. It was a time when businesses were thriving, schools had double the kids we have now and life revolved around activities only in our community. I was content with that. As I look at what is happening now and the possibilities for our young people to learn more about people halfway across the continent, I think perhaps I missed out. There is so much good to learn from others stories.

That is my opinion. The next time you pick up your local paper and the stories reach out and are about others in other communities, you can thank the editor for expanding your world or … you can be upset because the paper isn’t about only your community or your interests.

The choice is yours. Does the community newspaper tradition grow into the future or will its obituary report its death?

Hostest with the Mostest. Guesting on The Amy Beth Arkawy Show.

It was a pleasure to be a guest on the Amy Beth Arkawy Blog Talk Radio Show today. Not only did I get a chance to talk about my writing, I got to talk about a subject that is close to my heart and that is hunger in America. I don’t have a lot of money to give, but I can give my voice to make others aware of hunger and that is part of what Amy Beth and I did today.

If you would like to get to know me, my characters and hear about how you can help with the hunger problem in America, tune in. Enjoy.

 

Here is the link to the Amy Beth Arkawy show in case you want to listen. Thank you Amy Beth for having me. It was so much fun. I always enjoy chatting with Amy. We talk about my books but also about the important topic of hunger in the US. Each one of us can make a difference. Enjoy the show. http://www.blogtalkradio.com/amybetharkawyshow/2014/05/19/nourishing-body-soul-w-author-julie-seedorfshot glass

My Tribute To A Good Man!

Something About Nothing by Julie Seedorf from The Albert Lea Tribune and Courier Sentinel week of May 5

“What will you give me to not take my foot off of this bat that just crawled out from under your desk?”bruce

I looked at my boss and said, “Yah, right.”

He glinted at me and laughed and said, “Yes, really.”

I walked around to the front of my desk and looked down at his foot. I screamed and jumped back. There was indeed a bat being held down by his foot.

Every person we meet throughout our life touches us in some way. That touch or influence may be so slight that we do not notice as they pass us by. Others that we meet have a longer and lasting effect on our journey through this life. This week I dedicate this column to someone whose influence changed the direction of my life.

The year was 1998. My daughter had graduated from high school, and I was an empty-nester. I was looking for a job but not knowing what kind of a job I was qualified for. I had been out of the job market for a few years and didn’t quite know where to start looking or what type of employment I should be looking for. I was adrift in a sea of doubt about my abilities.

One day my phone rang. It was a person offering me a job out of the blue. He was offering me an office job, and I would be doing secretarial work.

I remember the conversation: “You want me to work for you in your business? I haven’t worked in an office in 20 years.”

This person assured me I could do it, and because I like to play around with graphic programs on my computer and he knew this. He also assured me that I could do some troubleshooting with graphic programs with his computer business. He said to me, “You are an artist.”

Of course I didn’t believe him, and I didn’t understand how out of character a compliment was for him to give, but I decided to take the job and take a chance.

I started working part time, and it was a tough road learning all the new things I had to learn about business and keeping books on the computer. I started doing the advertising for the business. IT wasn’t always rosy and sometimes it was darn right rocky because I made many mistakes.

After about five or six years, the longest I had ever worked anywhere because I usually got bored, this person encouraged me to move up and become a computer technician. He mentored me, paid for my classes and believed I could do it when I didn’t believe I could. There were many up and down moments. I was moody; my boss was moody. I would ask for help, and he would tell me to figure it out myself. You can imagine how well I took those words. Fuming, I would press on and lo and behold I would get it done and learn something along the way.

A few years after working as a technician with his business he encouraged me to start my own business.

Of course, I balked. I didn’t think I could do it. Finally, after going back and forth debating with my boss for about a year, he told me it was time because he was closing his office. He sent out a letter to his clients encouraging them to back my business, and they did.

I moved my business to my home, and he downsized to a small office that he let me use for parts. He still mentored me; I still fixed some computers for him and still answered the phone for him.

A few months ago I had lunch with him to tell him I was closing my computer business to write full time. My first book was out, and it was time to get serious about writing. He had always encouraged my creative endeavors even when I doubted myself. He encouraged me to keep trying, and now he did the same, wishing me luck.

I would not have had my secretarial career, my computer career and my writing career without this man, my employer’s encouragement. He believed in me when I didn’t believe in myself.

I am one person whose life this man touched. Mine is one story in the midst of many more. His influence was felt the most by his family, his wife, his three children and his 14 grandchildren. He was like the pied piper because wherever he was with his grandchildren you would see them following him.

This man was a quiet man. He did what he needed to do and got things done. He didn’t like a lot of attention, and he would hate it that I am writing about him. Did I just see a bolt of lightning coming down near me from the heavens?

In my writing I always remind people to keep the child inside no matter how old they become, and this man certainly did that. He seemed to know what each and every grandchild wanted for Christmas and would grant their wishes. Those of us in the office always suspected he loved the toys as much as his grandchildren. This man worked hard but also knew how to play with the spirit of the child inside of him.

His influence was felt throughout the community and over many parts of the country. His computer knowledge was respected and valued by many people. Throughout his personal life and his business he made many friends, and I suspect he would have been surprised at all those who will miss his presence.

Living in a small community, everyone knows one another. We know where they always park their car. He always parked his truck in and about the same place. Those who knew him would know where to look when they came downtown except perhaps for the day when he was looking for his vehicle.

“Have you by chance seen my truck?”

“No, why?” I asked suspiciously.

“No reason.” He hedged, as I suspect he already knew the answer and didn’t want to admit it to us.

It turns out the truck had been stolen, never to be seen again, but the stories that came out of conversations about his truck are memorable, too. Every friend, customer and business colleagues he knew would probably have a story of some sort about their connection with him.

This man’s name is Bruce Lorenz. He owned MS Computer Services in Wells. He died peacefully on April 19, 2014, at the age of 68.

His family, his friends and his colleagues will still out of habit look for his gait as he walks down the street, check the parking stall where his truck was usually parked, have a question we want to ask him and smile when we remember the stories.

His memory will live on in all those he touched. His memory will live on in the faces of his children and grandchildren. He will be missed by more people than he ever would have guessed.

Rest in peace, Bruce, your legacy lives on.