Post by Doris McCraw writing as Angela Raines
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I recently came across the phrase 'talking with the dead'. Initially, I thought it sounded rather morbid until I thought about what it was really about. To me, it's connecting with the past in ways we might not think about. This also follows an earlier post about what inspires your stories. For those who would like to take a look at that post, here is the link: What Inspires Your Stories
The second post on inspiring stories: Talking with the Dead- Photographs
The third of what I include for inspiration is Cemeteries: Talking with the Dead - Cemeteries
My fourth post is about newspapers. I know most people use them to find out about certain people like the below piece from an 1882 edition of the Gunnison, Colorado newspaper.
Finally, there are those pieces in the newspaper that allow us to glimpse what is important to the founding and growth of a town. The below piece is from an 1873 issue of the Colorado Springs newspaper, The Gazette. This writer is offering suggestions for a safe and fire-proof town. Fire is something many early settlements dealt with as they struggled to grow. In this case, the town of Colorado Springs was only two years old at the time of this article.
So the next time you decide to delve into the historic newspapers, remember there is more than just news to read and use for your inspirations. They are full of humor, news, and those blessed editorials, a glimpse into what people thought was important to their lives and those around them.
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My short story in the recently released "Under Western Stars" by the Western Fictioneers is about a newspaperman. Below is a short excerpt from 'Gilbert Hopkins is Going to Die'.
Gilbert hurried through his day. He wanted to have a chance to speak with Zoe about what she might expect. He had to admit to himself that he’d become very fond of the young girl, almost as if she were his own child.
Hurrying down the street to the Widow Harkins place, Gilbert hoped he would be in time to join Zoe and the widow, who had taken her in, for the evening meal?
Knocking on the door Gilbert smoothed his hair after removing his hat. He was in the act of replacing it just as the door opened. Quickly removing it again, Gilbert smiled, “Good evening Mrs. Harkins, I've come to speak with Zoe if she's available."
Mrs. Harkins smiled, the edge of her gray eyes crinkling in her aged face as she replied, "Yes she is. She's been excited all day. I’ve had my hands full keeping her occupied," the lady smiled even wider, "and you are just in time for dinner."
Gilbert knew that he should dissemble but somehow that didn't fit his mood. "Now how did you know I'd not eaten?"
Mrs. Harkins laughed, "I know you young man, homemade bread, jam, and beef stew are a sure thing with you."
"You know me so well Mrs. Harkins, I never
could pass up a slice of freshly baked bread, and you make the
best."
"I
swear Gilbert, your enthusiasm for my cooking makes me wonder if you
ever get a decent meal," Mrs. Harkins said stepping aside to let
Gilbert in.
Gilbert
placed his hat on the hat rack, following Mrs. Harkins as she entered
the kitchen. Zoe sat at the table her hair shining and wearing a new
dress. If Gilbert had been so inclined, he would be jealous of this
relative that was coming to take Zoe away. What started as a scary,
tenuous journey had blossomed into a community’s love for the young
orphan. Once they heard her story they were all eager to do what they
could to make her stay in town as enjoyable as possible.
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You are so right, Doris, about items in the newspaper being more than just news, but entertaining as well as informative. In our newspaper, a columnist always includes a couple items from 100 years ago. I save a lot of clippings of my town's history as valuable research and even inspiration. I always enjoy reading your posts.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Elizabeth. I've spent many an hour going through microfilms and digital archives. They never disappoint. Those clippings are a link to so much. Doris
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