Sunday Postcard-Preview 5.1.22
How Journalists Are Grown
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Happy May Day, and welcome to a weekend Postcard Preview of the dry-land sessions of summer Camp NewShrink coming here soon!
Now 6 and nearing the end of kindergarten, granddaughter Miz E has added careful reporting and the written word to the pictures and images she puts into crafting her story-tableaux. Pictured above is from her weekend sampling of this part of the summer curriculum. Her topics range from making a tea-party garden and creating/supervising an Easter-birthday indoor egg hunt and tableau to beginning the first month’s international travel exploration of Brazil through her new Little Passports series.
Beginning at center with the overlapping photos, here are a few discoveries and verbatim comments from the author:
1. Reporting’s rigors & routines
“Is this where my name goes? Of course, every journalist has to put their name on their notebook. Bylines are very important, too.”
2. The names of all of the flowers and different aromas are good details to notice for a story.
“Azaleas [are] the best. The purple petunias smell great. Red ones don’t smell as big.”
3. Telling the story well aloud counts, too.
[on the tableau:]
“As a symbol for Easter I made this tableau for my family. The little bunnies find their eggs and the family helps them, with me and my grandmother Tishie as the judges. The first round is on this tiny little table made of glass.”
4. Little Passports are interesting and fun…
“The real thing, with real coins and my photo and sights to see, will be even better… and you know, a journalist needs to have a passport. You know, just in case.”
(Hurray. Nothing here against Disney and theme-parks but there are also NYC, the Grand Canyon, Paris and Greece…)
5. About those seasons…
“There’s plenty to do until the lake-water’s warm!”
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And, that is all I have fuel in the tank for today! Talk to you next week.
🦋💙 tish
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… it is important that awake people be awake,
or a breaking line may discourage them back to sleep;
the signals we give — yes or no, or maybe —
should be clear: the darkness around us is deep.
— William Stafford, “A Ritual to Read to Each Other”