In April 2007 Cuba Ford Lowman started publishing a small-town newspaper in Valdese, N. C called Voice of Valdese (later changed to Voice of the BlueRidge). My husband, Leo, and I were contributing free-lance writers. We also did distribution and I did sales to start out the paper.
The initial publication was of 4,000 copies. During the Waldensian Festival in August 2008, 7,000 were printed and distributed.
Cuba told me last week the April 2008 issue is the last one. She's not making enough revenue to keep the free paper going. Ads are the only revenue, as there is no subscription base and no charge for the monthly paper.
It is sad to see a paper come and go when the community has lost it's voice. Sure, people can read the Morganton Herald for daily news, but it's just not the same as reading a monthly POSITIVE news bulletin about your own community.
So, who failed? Why didn't local merchants back the paper? I'm not sure.
But, thanks, Cuba, for the effort! You tried and it was a success in my mind. People will look for it and wonder what happened.
Monday, May 5, 2008
Sunday, March 2, 2008
Verses
Psalm 62:1,2
"I wait quietly before God, for my victory comes from him। He alone is my rock and my salvation, my fortress where I will never be shaken"
Proverbs 3:25, 26
"Do not be afraid of sudden fear Nor of the onslaught of the wicked when it comes;For the LORD will be your confidence And will keep your foot from being caught."
Isaiah 41:10 "Do not fear, for I am with you;Do not anxiously look about you, for I am your God. I will strengthen you, surely I will help you,Surely I will uphold you with My righteous right hand.'
11 "Behold, all those who are angered at you will be shamed and dishonored;Those who contend with you will be as nothing and will perish.
12 "You will seek those who quarrel with you, but will not find them,Those who war with you will be as nothing and non-existent.
13 "For I am the LORD your God, who upholds your right hand,Who says to you, 'Do not fear, I will help you.'"
"I wait quietly before God, for my victory comes from him। He alone is my rock and my salvation, my fortress where I will never be shaken"
Proverbs 3:25, 26
"Do not be afraid of sudden fear Nor of the onslaught of the wicked when it comes;For the LORD will be your confidence And will keep your foot from being caught."
Isaiah 41:10 "Do not fear, for I am with you;Do not anxiously look about you, for I am your God. I will strengthen you, surely I will help you,Surely I will uphold you with My righteous right hand.'
11 "Behold, all those who are angered at you will be shamed and dishonored;Those who contend with you will be as nothing and will perish.
12 "You will seek those who quarrel with you, but will not find them,Those who war with you will be as nothing and non-existent.
13 "For I am the LORD your God, who upholds your right hand,Who says to you, 'Do not fear, I will help you.'"
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
My life as a cat
Hello. There is not nearly enough written about cats. From my viewpoint, that is. My name is SnowChief. I am a cat.
I want to get a few things straight about cats.
· Cats don’t care about being men or women – we are cats and proud of it. I got “fixed” some year’s back, but still get called a “man”. Who cares?
· Cats don’t care about being old or young – we are cats. Most days, I feel like a kitten. When it’s cold out and I think back on being 16 human years old, I feel old. When I sit in the sun in the window where the People use their computers, I feel young.
· Cats don’t care about social conventions. That is for dogs. If you slight me by not inviting me to some family gathering, REALLY now! I don’t care. I will stay home and eat my Meow Mix and bask in the sun on the couch.
· Cats don’t care about clothes. Please, please don’t try to make a poodle out of me and put a sweater on me. I am dressed quite beautifully enough in my own gorgeous gray fur. Thank you very much! I know I am beautiful. The She one tells me that all the time. Going on about my pretty eyes and fluffy tail and on and on….enough already! Cats are all beautiful.
· Cats don’t care about dogs. I had a dog for a long time – name was Buster. He was big and black and smelly. Got kind of snippy towards me and my brother, Jumper. Buster died. Well, I used to lay next to him when it was cold. He was warm. I guess I miss him a little.
· Cats don’t care about other cats. Hmmmm, not entirely true. I miss Jumper. Somebody visited once and left the door open. Jumper bailed on us. I did too for a while but Boy found me and put me back inside. I miss Jumper most at midnight. I walk around the house yelling “JUMPER! JUMPER!”. Maybe he can hear me and come back home.
· Cats don’t care about money. I don’t have a pocket to put it in. The People buy my food. What do I need money for?
· Cats don’t read email. I have an email account. I get messages from MSN telling me about the new Hotmail system. I ignore it generally.
· Cats don’t need attention. Are you kidding me? I love attention – bask in it, adore it! When I want it that is. Please, please let me sleep when I’m asleep. It’s chemical. I crave sleep. Lots of sleep.
Excuse me – all this work has put me in the mood for sleep. Right after my Meow Mix.
I want to get a few things straight about cats.
· Cats don’t care about being men or women – we are cats and proud of it. I got “fixed” some year’s back, but still get called a “man”. Who cares?
· Cats don’t care about being old or young – we are cats. Most days, I feel like a kitten. When it’s cold out and I think back on being 16 human years old, I feel old. When I sit in the sun in the window where the People use their computers, I feel young.
· Cats don’t care about social conventions. That is for dogs. If you slight me by not inviting me to some family gathering, REALLY now! I don’t care. I will stay home and eat my Meow Mix and bask in the sun on the couch.
· Cats don’t care about clothes. Please, please don’t try to make a poodle out of me and put a sweater on me. I am dressed quite beautifully enough in my own gorgeous gray fur. Thank you very much! I know I am beautiful. The She one tells me that all the time. Going on about my pretty eyes and fluffy tail and on and on….enough already! Cats are all beautiful.
· Cats don’t care about dogs. I had a dog for a long time – name was Buster. He was big and black and smelly. Got kind of snippy towards me and my brother, Jumper. Buster died. Well, I used to lay next to him when it was cold. He was warm. I guess I miss him a little.
· Cats don’t care about other cats. Hmmmm, not entirely true. I miss Jumper. Somebody visited once and left the door open. Jumper bailed on us. I did too for a while but Boy found me and put me back inside. I miss Jumper most at midnight. I walk around the house yelling “JUMPER! JUMPER!”. Maybe he can hear me and come back home.
· Cats don’t care about money. I don’t have a pocket to put it in. The People buy my food. What do I need money for?
· Cats don’t read email. I have an email account. I get messages from MSN telling me about the new Hotmail system. I ignore it generally.
· Cats don’t need attention. Are you kidding me? I love attention – bask in it, adore it! When I want it that is. Please, please let me sleep when I’m asleep. It’s chemical. I crave sleep. Lots of sleep.
Excuse me – all this work has put me in the mood for sleep. Right after my Meow Mix.
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