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I had gone from the majestic mountains of Montana to the Great Plains of South Dakota. In other words, flat. But Aberdeen was a friendly place and became my home for the next eight years. It was good to me and I made plenty of friends (and a few enemies, I'm sure). There were lots of stories to write and places to see.
I had grown up a lot in Montana. I recovered my confidence and self-esteem there. I really felt there wasn't much I could not do. Well, I was to find out I had a lot to learn yet.
The first thing I got to cover once I got settled in was the annual high school all-star games. There was girls' and boys' basketball as well as football. I joined a staff of two: sports editor Ron Feickert and one other full-time writer, Matt Schmidt. There was also another part-time writer, Dave Vilhauer, as well as some other part-timers who helped during the school season.
I was to cover high school sports while Matt took care of the local college teams at Northern State University. Dave also covered high school, predominantly Aberdeen Roncalli. Everybody pitched in on the area stuff. But the all-star games, that was a team effort.
We did a lot of feature work leading up to the games and then coverage of the games. I can't remember which game I covered anymore. I had covered so many of those games in my eight years there (although the last year I was on the copy desk). I do know we were very busy that week.
After that, I was trained to run the sports desk. Ron did the desk five days a week, but when he was off, Matt and I did it. I had done my share of paste-up, headline writing, and editing, but it was on smaller papers with not as close of a deadline. The first week was a disaster.
I knew Ron and Cindy Eikamp, the paper's editor, were disappointed in me during that first week of running the desk. I was late every night. Matt was working with me and somehow I heard him snickering as I kept failing. I heard later that he knew I was getting paid more than him, and he didn't like it that a woman was earning more. Well, I had 10 years experience and he was right out of college. Eventually, we would become friends, but it took a while. Right now, in the early going, he wasn't going to lend a hand.
During the third week, I started getting my desk legs under me, so to speak. I got more organized. I got the hang of doing the agate page. I figured out the baseball boxes. This was to be the routine just about everywhere I went. It would take me two to three weeks to settle in before I could get comfortable and start showing those who hired me that I could indeed do the job.
The next big task that we had to do was get the high school fall sports preview together. That was football for the boys and basketball for the girls. This was the second state in which I lived that played girls' basketball in the fall. It would be the bane of my existence: Basketball from August to mid-March. It was one of the reasons I got so sick of basketball. Once I moved to the copy desk and didn't have to cover it anymore, I regained my love of the game again.
Putting together the fall preview meant sending out letters to coaches of all the high schools in our coverage area. We had a form letter we sent out with a fill-out form to return. Our coverage area went north to Oakes, North Dakota, south to Miller, South Dakota, east to the Minnesota border and west to Lemmon, South Dakota. It was a huge area.
When we got the forms back, we typed the information in our computers and compiled the information for the fall preview. We also did some features on players who would be important this season.
Those forms that came back were put in a binder so we could refer to them later in the season. We'd get calls on game nights from coaches, and we had to confirm players' names were spelled right. Sometimes opposing coaches calling in games didn't get the names right. And you wouldn't believe how many different ways there were to spell Aaron or Eric or Jason. Parents were getting very creative naming their kids.
And it wasn't just the boys' names; girls' names were just as bad. Mary became Merrie or Merry or Meri or Mari. Amy became Amie or Aimee. You had to ask for the spelling. It has gotten worse, too.
Our sports team was great on game nights. Friday was busy, of course. We all out covering games. I was at Aberdeen Central games at Swisher Field if they were home. Dave would cover Roncalli and Matt would help man the phones unless he had a college volleyball game to cover.
If our teams were on the road, we would listen to them on the radio. Gene Reich did a lot of the play-by-play for the local radio stations. I'd grab something from McDonald's before the game and go in our conference room with a legal pad, have dinner and cover the game that way. Then I'd wait for the coach to call for quotes. Aberdeen Central's coach at that time, Mark Murphy, often would say, "Well, I don't know. I'll have to see the film." That led to a joke I heard years later of the young coach who got married and returned from his honeymoon. The other coaches asked how the honeymoon was. "Well, guys, I'll have to wait to see the films." Old joke, but it's still funny.
Saturdays were college football days and also sometimes girls' basketball, high school cross country and a mish-mosh of other sports. In the fall, it was a busy time. Most Aberdeen falls were an array of colorful falling leaves and bright blue skies. One year, however, we had a big Halloween blizzard. It was South Dakota: you could never predict the weather.
I covered lots of football games in South Dakota, dealt with a lot of coaches who thought it was an interesting novelty to see a woman writing sports. That was something I had to deal with most of my career, but especially in Montana and South Dakota. More about that in part 20.
Hi Carla,
Glad you didn't suffer a lot of damage in the hurricane.
I'm heading to PA on Wednesday. I'm flying. I will be there till the 13th.
Hugs,
Trish
Albert Schweitzer
Hi Trish,
I to have a ton of stuff to do today before we leave again on Tuesday, we r driving again to Chicago.
We also are going to Michigan on the 10th to Lansing with my daughter and son in law and the kids. My sister is getting married. Vinnie is the flower girl.
I got my third seat in my car. I don't think I'll remove now! It was to hard to put back in!
Well the hurricane is over! Not to bad in our area! We just had a tree limb come down in our back yard.
Carla
Good Morning OFF,
I am one week sugar free. I am also grateful beyond words for that. I have a ton of stuff to do today, tomorrow and Tuesday, before I leave for PA. My house needs to be finished.
I had a bagel for breakfast.
Lunch: Steak, corn on cob, cucumber salad.
Snack: Fruit
Supper: Chicken Parm, not breaded.
Snack: Fruit
Hugs,
Trish
Albert Schweitzer
Good Evening Jeannie and OFF,
My daughter and son-in-law, and the Munchkins, were here for six hours, tearing apart my garage, and installing a new dishwasher, plus making repairs. I am exhausted, but thrilled.
My food was good. I'm still sugar free, today is day 7.
Jeannie, I hope your knee can be taken care of soon.
Hugs,
Trish
Albert Schweitzer
Hello All!
Lazy day just puttering around here. Jazzs mom & her fiance are here for the weekend...trying hard to stay on food plan!
Had to laugh about Chuckie Cheese..hated that place 20 years ago when me & kids were younger...avoid it like the plague now. However, I am still tasked with dealing daily with a teenager. Just dropped her & 3 friends at mall. Not 'allowed' to listen to my music in car or say or do anything to embarrass her...lol! Do still enjoy 'eavesdropping' on the backseat talk!
I need to start walking again as we are closing pool today before hurricane hits.
Jeannie, hope you get some relief from knee! Julia, I always feel good clearing stuff out!
B - protein bar
S - oatmeal
L - chicken & applesauce
D - spaghetti
We'll see how I do!
Kathy
Jeannie the knee sounds like a real burden... I hope they can just do surgery and fix it. I know it is a horrible time for you but what you are dealing with now seems just as bad as surgery. I forgot what they are but I know you have other medical issues that affect surgery. Poor thing.
I had fun with the family yesterday. I did drink some wine so the food plan shifted a bit. Today my husband and I are working in the garage to prepare for a citywide yard sale next Saturday. I just need to bite the bullet and get rid of things.
Breakfast- protein drink
Lunch- ham sandwich
Dinner- steak and veggies
Snacks- cheese and nuts
I went to be late last night, or should I say early this morning, and slept late today. My knee had felt pretty good until a few hours ago and now it is throbbing. I cannot get it in any position that doesn't hurt and I've tried ice and heat. Pain medicine isn't doing a lot so I may have to double up on the dose. I can take 2 every four hours so that may be what I do until I can get back to the surgeon to get it drained again.
I think we have about 17 more days until we close on the house. We have thought we would get the main part of the house livable so that we can just move and work on it as we go. I don't know. I am not good with living out of boxes but I like the idea of no payments or rent...and my daughter has a camper that we might live in for a few weeks too...we just don't know.
Tonight we are taking the grandkids out to Chuckie Cheese and I swear, I hate going there. It's loud and kids run like crazy, and you know, it's just not a place mature folks should be.
Breakfast: Egg and potato....about 1 cup of both mixed together.
Lunch: Tomato sandwich
Dinner: cheese pizza
Snacks: watermelon again.
Ladies, hope your weekend has gotten off to a great start.
Hi OFF family:
I have been on the road lately. Last Friday, my brother and I went to visit my family, stayed with No. 1 brother and his wife in Sycamore, Ill. Then I got together with some former coworkers from my first newspaper in Carpentersville, Ill., on Saturday. We had a great time. Then on Sunday, Gary and I went to visit Mom at the assisted living center before going to my cousin's party in Chicago. Then home again on Monday ... but first, breakfast with my college roomie, Debbie, in Kankakee.
Got home about 4 p.m. Monday and quickly did laundry, had leftovers for dinner and got ready to go again Tuesday. I'm up in Indianapolis helping a friend who had rotator cuff surgery Wednesday. I took her to PT today; we had lunch at a brewpub. Great place; good beer. She goes back to PT on Tuesday.
This will be the first Labor Day weekend I've had off in I don't know when. Copy editors (and sports writers, for that matter) don't get holidays off; we either get double time or a holiday off another day.
Jeannie, good luck with the knee. Been there three times, done that. Still hurt.
Well, I've had my legs down most of the day. I'm going to get an ice bag, put my legs up and read while I listen to the Twins-White Sox game. Have a good weekend.
I was all set to go on my interview with the Aberdeen American News in Aberdeen, South Dakota. But first, I had to do a bit of fibbing.
I knew the publisher, Dean Neitz, would be upset if he knew I was looking to leave. So I couldn't let anyone in the office know. The only one I let know was our ad manager, Mick. Why Mick? Well, even though he and the former editor, Wally Mundstock, never got along, I had no problems with Mick. And Mick understood my predicament. He knew I had no future at the Leader if I couldn't be editor. He understood it was time to move on. And so he was my co-conspirator, so to speak.
I told the people in the office I was going to Yellowstone for a long weekend. It had been my plan originally. I instead took a plane from Butte to Minneapolis, then another to Aberdeen on a Friday. I spent part of Saturday talking to the editor, Cindy Eikamp, over lunch. Then I did a writing test for the sports editor, Ron Feickert, and talked with him for awhile.
On Saturday night, Wally and Margie picked me up at the hotel and took me out for dinner and a movie. I believe we saw an Indiana Jones movie, but I can't be sure. If it was, it would have been "Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade."
On Sunday, I had brunch again with Cindy, and this time I broached the subject of my weight. I decided to come right out with it. "Do you have a problem with hiring someone of my size?" I asked. I was nearing 300 pounds at the time. She said no, except for health issues. But as long as I could do my job, she didn't care. Wally had cleared the way for me on this issue, telling her that I was a "big girl." So she knew I was overweight. I found out right away this wasn't going to be a problem.
The only problem was getting a recommendation from my current employer. I told her once I knew I was going to be hired, that was fine. But I knew how Dean would react. She didn't understand that; she said Knight-Ridder, of which Aberdeen was a member, moving along was encouraged. Well, not in Dean's world.
So I flew back Monday and waited for the yey or nay on the job. I kept my mouth shut and did my job as usual.
The day Dean got the call from Cindy, I was rather busy. I was interviewing some people who had been in China when the Tiananmen Square protests occurred. They had photos, too, so I was looking over photos and talking to them at my desk when Dean appeared at my desk, looking perturbed. But I was busy doing my job, and he couldn't interrupt me.
He came by a little later, too, and I was on the phone interviewing someone else. It was nearly 4 p.m. when I had some free time. Even then, I had to run out and get some stuff at the rec complex. So we didn't tal****il Friday when he invited me out to lunch.
"You know, if you had told me about this before you went to the interview, I wouldn't have been so surprised," he said. "I didn't know what to say. If I had known, I wouldn't have given you a good recommendation."
"And if you did that, I would have quit and called a lawyer," I said. I don't think he thought I was serious.
"Why do you want to go to South Dakota? All it does is snow there," he said. "I'll give you a raise to stay." He threw out a number but I don't remember it.
I told him I knew I had no future here because he would never make a woman the editor here. I had to go somewhere else to further my career. Finally, he gave up. And I gave him my two weeks' notice.
He said that wasn't nearly enough to find a replacement. But really, that's all any place gets, so it was reasonable. And then I started getting ready to move on.
I started packing up kitchen stuff to send to Wally and Margie in Redfield. They would store it until I moved. A friend in Big Brothers-Big Sisters was going to move most of the furniture and other stuff two weeks after I left. I was going to drive out there with my little brother, Ray, and two of my cats and whatever I could get in my car. I'd sleep on the floor until the mover got there.
Cindy and one of the other Aberdeen people found me a one-bedroom apartment that would wor****il I could figure out where I wanted to live. It took cats and there was a laundry area attached.
I had a moving sale before I left to get rid of a lot of stuff. It was the weekend before the Fourth of July, and it attracted a crowd. Even the cops came by, not so much to buy, but to say goodbye and to wish me a safe trip. I had people asking me how much my garbage bags were.
I hadn't planned on selling my stereo and 8-track player, but someone made me an offer, so it went, too. The more I could sell, the less I had to move. Dean bought a couple of my framed photos, as did one of the lawyers who long admired a large framed photo. I had to come down in price, but every penny helped in the move.
I had five cats at the time: Kittle and Cinnamon, my original brothers; Bootsie the ***** (a black and white out of their sibling's first litter; she was small but tough); Bonnie, a Siamese someone gave me; and Maggie, a white kitten that adopted me while I was on an interview. I couldn't take all of them. I decided to keep Kittle and Cinnamon and try to re-home the rest.
Maggie got a home. Two little girls came and took her (although they wanted to take Kittle, and he would go anywhere, but their dad wanted a young female already spayed). I wound up taking Bootsie and Bonnie to the Butte Animal Shelter because I couldn't find them homes. I cried all the way home after that.
I cleaned up as well as I could, and Ray and I packed the car on a hot July 3 night. We decided just to start driving even though I was tired. It was in the 90s during the day, but it was time to hit the road.
So long, Anaconda.