Sunday morning! Cup of coffee and the Sunday paper, whatever your choice. And while we live in a digital age and get most of our news via that method, there still is nothing like sitting down and opening up the old-fashioned newsPAPER. It’s one of the last links we have to the old days when people got their news in print form, on real paper.
The newspaper is an amazing collection of bits of information and pictures that mean different things to different people. Weekly coupons for the weekly groceries, engagement pictures of future brides, 50 year wedding anniversary pictures, pictures from the latest games be it high school, college, or pro teams. What’s happening in my neighborhood? We all read the paper for different reasons.
I personally like to peruse the obituary pages. I guess it reminds me of my own mortality as well as seeing who passed in our town that I might know personally. People I lived in the neighborhood with, went to school or worked with. I have even had to see my own parents listing in the paper which is the hardest, because that hits closest to home, it’s personal. A certain amount of dignity and class are called for.
But you wouldn’t know it by some of the obit listings I see in the paper. A few things really bother me about some obits. For instance, why is it that when the very elderly ones pass away we have to see a picture of them in uniform getting ready to be shipped off to the war, the big one WW II?
Or when the teacher I had in 2nd grade and who retired during the Nixon administration has her high school graduation picture posted?
When someone has been in the hospital for a lengthy period, do we have to see a picture of them, head on the pillow with the oxygen tube in their nose?
Better yet when someone younger passes away, I don’t want a closeup of them from that hiking trip they made to Yosemite 5 years ago?
Then there’s the obit that is longer than the President’s state of the Union address! Wow, what an amazing person! It seems like there’s nothing that old doc Madigan didn’t accomplish in his lifetime, except find a cure for what finally did him in!
Finally, if you’ve had the same last name for over 60 years, who cares what it was in 1935? That’s like one of the main characters in the 60’s series Hawaii 5-0 was named Chin Ho, but the actor’s real name was Kam Fong? Really, you had to change it? And I really don’t need to know that your nickname was Lucky growing up. Not anymore if I’m reading about you in the obits, with my morning coffee!
only in Buffalo….