Getting to
know you
When I travel
I usually buy a newspaper in towns where I stop for meals or to stay overnight.
To me, a sense of the community can be found in every part of a newspaper, from
the news stories to the photos to the advertisements (disclaimer – I worked for
newspapers as a writer and photographer for ten years). I have also been a news
junkie ever since I picked up my first comic book at about age 5. I still
cannot understand people who read only certain sections of the newspaper, and
especially those who skip the comics (ok, another disclaimer – I am not
particularly hooked on reading the sports sections, but sometimes I do just to
get a feel for what interests other people).
Usually, I
read newspapers from front to back (same with magazines and books). Even when
stories “jump” to another page, I make myself wait until I get to page 3 or 5
before I am allowed to continue the story. That’s not to say I read each and
every article, but given time on my hands, I will read the most mundane stories.
“Legion installs officers” or “Harlan Hall planning a talent show” are just two
from The Prairie Press, a free
newspaper I picked up in Paris, Illinois. Having worked for two family-owned
newspapers (and then seen them morphed into giant company-owned rags), I am
always interested in just who publishes a newspaper. The Prairie Press is one of those rarest of newspaper breeds to be found
today – a locally-owned newspaper! Here is the “about us” statement on the
newspaper’s website:
“The
Prairie Press is delivered, free of charge, to every mailbox in Edgar County,
Ill., each Thursday. The Prairie Press was created in 2014 as the only locally
owned media outlet — newspaper, radio or TV — in Edgar County. The newspaper’s
name is a tribute to the county’s history, as Edgar is on the edge of the
region known as the Grand Prairie.
As a
modern newsroom, we are part of a never-ending conversation with this
community. Our reporters and editors are ready to listen to our audience — and
encourage readers to share their thoughts and dreams.”
I can only
applaud the owners, for operating a small weekly in today’s competitive
newspaper world is brave and not usually well-compensated. On the opinion page
the editorial board is listed as Taylor M. Smith III, publisher and president,
Nancy Roberts Zeman, editor and vice-president and Gary Henry, staff writer. In
future blogs and in the book I am writing about my travels I’ll tell about the Weston County Gazette, established in
Newcastle, Wyoming in 1912 and still publishing today in Upton, Wyoming. I may
also touch on The Free Paper, which
my husband and I established in Logan, Ohio in 1987. Still remembered today by
many locals, The Free Paper published
for nine whole months, then was trampled to earth by advertisers when an
opinion column didn’t suit the fancy of some folks.
In the
edition of The Prairie Press printed
for the week of Thursday, July 16, 2015, the lead article is titled “Farm
values changing.” In the article one can learn about widespread concern among
local farmers because of a change to the Farmland Assessment Act of 1977. The
story addressed a very complicated issue about valuing farmland based on a
formula factoring in commodity prices, input costs, interest rates, productivity,
land use and – of all things – soil types! In Illinois there are more than 900
soil types, according to the story.
Other local
news covered a school district’s financial shortfall, the beginning of the
county fair, the merger of the local hospital with a larger hospital
organization, the retirement of Dr. Reid Sutton from 38 years of practice, a
traffic accident, and the search for an arsonist who wandered through a home
(according to security system photos) and allegedly started a fire in a pile of
clothing on a child’s bed.
One of my
favorite sections is always the police and fire reports – in this newspaper, it is titled the “Siren
Report.” Not surprisingly, this included reports of traffic arrests for
speeding and failure to stop at an intersection; disorderly conduct; domestic
battery; and drug possession. The county sheriff’s department reported the
demise of deer in three separate encounters with cars. The fire department
responded to several medical assistance calls; a car fire in which some poor
soul lost a 1993 Volvo, which was totally incinerated; and a traffic accident
where firefighters simply needed to check vehicles for hazards and stand by
until wreckers cleared the scene.
The court
news covered the details of those in custody, those who faced charges, and
those who had entered guilty or not-guilty pleas, as well as 15 people who were
being sought on arrest warrants.
The
always-popular (to read, that is) Opinion Page offered an editorial about why
the local hospital will benefit from joining a rural alliance; an editorial by
publisher Taylor Smith about checking the facts in politics – he recommends
politifact.com, where political claims are ranked as “True,” Mostly True,”
“Half True,” “Mostly False,” “False,” and “Pants on Fire.” A project of the Tampa Bay Times, politifact.com was
particularly interesting to me in this election year.
The biggest
sports news was that the Paris, Illinois U15 Babe Ruth League Baseball team won
its second straight Babe Ruth League Southern Illinois State Championship.
Of course
there were ads galore (my husband and I discovered too late that’s the only way
to keep a free paper going). Ads for hearing aids, mattresses, karate lessons,
restaurants, auto sales, food markets, insurance agencies and so forth. These
are the lifeblood of a newspaper and kudos to both those who buy and sell
advertisements!
Disappointingly,
The Prairie Press carried no
classified ads or comics, but at least there were plenty of entries in my
second favorite section, the OBITUARIES. And that is actually why I began this
particular blog. By reading the newspaper, the portrait of a community can be
painted as easily as applying colored oils to those long-ago, paint-by-number pictures.
But the most important color to apply is the one about people who lived their
lives in the community and now will be buried there. In The Prairie Press of July 16, 2015, there were five obituaries
(and, I have to point out, two funeral home advertisements at the bottom of
that page). Each obituary offered information about former community members.
One stood out
for me: Doris Lorenzen Westfall, who died June 28, 2015 at age 96. Westfall was
born in 1918 in Foosland, Illinois, a tiny village with a population today of
about 100. Settled by William Foos in the 1840s, the town wasn’t incorporated
until 1959. Today it has a post office, bank and fire station.
The oldest of
six children, according to the obituary, Westfall had been heard commenting
that she was her father’s first son because she often drove a team of horses to
help with the daily farm work. At the age of 24 she graduated from what was in
1942 the St. Elizabeth School of Nursing in Danville, Illinois.
Westfall’s
obituary said, “In addition to her caregiving skills as a nurse, she was
profoundly committed to preserving the native environment she knew as a young
child and lifelong resident of central Illinois. Mrs. Westfall committed
hundreds of hours of her time and enlisted many friends – including the nuns at
St. Elizabeth in their habits – to save special places.”
One project
protected an area from development and restored native prairies, in particular
the prairie at Forest Glen County Preserve, which was named the Doris L.
Westfall Nature Preserve. According
to the Vermilion County Conservation District website, (vccd.org) Forest Glen Preserve is an 1,800-acre
nature preserve in McKendree Township in Vermilion County, Illinois.
Forest Glen Preserve has an extensive botanical listing and
is rated third in the state for the number of different botanical species. The
Doris L. Westfall Nature Preserve has 100 native prairie plants with Vermilion
County seed origin. The 40-acre prairie is dominated by the tall grasses of
Indian grass and Big bluestem, as well as Indian paintbrush, puccoon, purple
gentian and Illinois bundleflower. A prairie garden plot is available to help
visitors identify the many prairie plants.
Westfall received other recognitions, such as the 1990
Conservationist of the Year by the Illinois Wildlife Federation, and she was
invited to Washington D.C. to accept the National Chevron Conservation Award.
Now having never met Doris, can’t you just picture her from
this brief description of her life? Here’s my image:
As a child, the pigtailed Doris, standing (probably
barefooted) on an upturned bucket to reach heavy harness onto the backs of
draft horses, then following them down row after row of heavily-scented, plowed
dirt. Noticing the spring flowers lining the fields and the birds overhead noisily
competing for nesting rights. Bringing the sweaty horses back to the barn after
a hard day of work and unharnessing and feeding them hay and grain. Then,
because she was the oldest (I know of this from experience!) returning to the
house to help with evening chores of cooking, mending and tending to the
younger children.
As a teenager, loving school and studying hard to qualify for
nursing school, making it through the Great Depression with her family on the
farm. Then, studying for her nursing degree as the world turned upside down
with a second world war and people all around her were being sent off to fight
a war for which no one had asked. Beginning her nursing career when soldiers
were returning home, some with injuries or scarred emotions that would last
their lifetimes.
As a grown woman, marrying the love of her life (her husband,
Robert E. “Bob” Westfall died in 2001), and birthing and raising two children.
Since her funeral service was at the Trinity Lutheran Church, I can also visualize
Doris and her family attending services there. Eventually Doris would be a
grandmother too, to eight grandchildren and six great-grandchildren. The
obituary said “she treasured” her three sisters, two brothers and many nieces,
nephews and their families. This speaks to me of holiday gatherings, as well as
extended visits with grandma or Aunt Doris, probably visits such as my large
family constantly had while I was growing up. (How I loved visiting Aunt
Phoebe’s farm – I still remember walking barefoot to the pond to see the
bullfrogs and then picking ticks from our hair when we returned to the
sweet-smelling kitchen.)
Since about one-third of her obituary was taken by her work
as a conservationist, I can see Doris as a woman consumed by her love of the
outdoors and dedicated to teaching her children, grandchildren,
great-grandchildren, nieces, nephews and many others about the importance of
preserving large swaths of the lands we have so abundantly used and too often
abused. She even conscripted the nursing school nuns (working in their long,
dark habits) to labor in the prairie restoration efforts. Can’t you just see
them all out there – Doris, the children, the nuns – walking through the
prairie of long grasses and bright flowers, bending to touch the earth and
encourage yet more growth?
“A prairie is an investment in eternity,” is a quote from the
spokesperson for the Vermilion County Audubon Society at the dedication of the Doris
L. Westfall Nature Preserve. What a fitting epitaph for a woman who contributed
so greatly during her 96 years of life in central Illinois.
And I know about Doris because someone took the time to tell
us a little about her in her obituary.