For my 85th birthday, I received an authentic copy of the New York Herald Tribune dated March 5, 1927. I remember that even as a teenager I was an avid newspaper reader. I soon learned that even if you can’t believe everything you see written, a newspaper makes you realize that you are living in moments that are destined to become history.
My addiction is known to all of my family. When we traveled for business or pleasure, my husband, Jim, always bought the local paper for me, sometimes even when we just stopped in a town for lunch. A great deal of information about a town, its people and its joys and troubles are revealed in the black ink of a newspaper. What is important in one town, not so much so in another. The daily headlines of many newspapers hung side by side in the Washington Newseum attests to that.
When I was 62, I was asked by a local newspaper if I would consider becoming at stringer for them. I was in seventh heaven and soon writing a variety of articles for which I was lucky enough to win a few awards from the Virginia Press Women.
History repeating itself is often validated through newspapers. An above the fold headline article in the March 5, 1927 New York Times read: “Vital Money Bills Die As 69th Congress Ends; Extra Session Vetoed.”