I
don’t spend a lot of time on Facebook, most likely because I have to manage a
corporate Facebook page as part of my job (along with other social media). I do
like seeing what friends are up to, and I “like” several pages related to
writing and poetry and check those on a regular basis.
Everyone
has a “reconnect” Facebook story. Last year I had a surprise friend request
from my best friend in junior high – someone I hadn’t seen since high school.
We actually were able to talk on the telephone, and it was great fun to
remember life at 12 and 13 years old (and he remembered things I had long ago forgotten
about, like riding the bus into downtown New Orleans for a movie, and where we
went biking).
This
past week, a friend request arrived, and I looked at the name and said “It
couldn’t be.” But it was. The guy who was a copy boy at the Beaumont, Texas,
Enterprise in 1973 had sent the request.
Something
like this happens, and you move back 40 years in time. It was the summer of
1973, and my first job out of college. I was all of 21, engaged to be married,
and working as a brand new copy editor. The copy boy, John Sniffen by name,
took photographs; I believe he was taking a photojournalism course at the local
university.
And
there we are, again, a group of editors, mostly young, working on the
publication of three editions of a newspaper in a small town in Texas. I
remember the names of my colleagues. This photo would most likely have been
taken in June because of where I’m sitting – the spot designated for whomever
was the new kid on the block. Because staff turnover tended to be high, with
three months I would occasionally sit in the position at the far left –
assistant slot man. Three months was all it took to go from newbie to No. 2 on
the copy desk.
It
was an exciting time to be in journalism – the Watergate scandal was unfolding;
Vice President Agnew would resign that fall; and the Yom Kippur War broke out
in October, ushering in the first oil embargo the United States had
experienced. The world changed forever in those few months.
After
we were married that August, my wife also worked here as a copy editor.
Another
interesting (for me) part of this is that we reconnected because we have a
mutual friend. John is a member of the same church as Marcus Goodyear, editor
of The High Calling.
A
Facebook friend request, a photograph – and suddenly you’re reminded that you
were young, once.
Everyone
is young, once.
Photograph by John Sniffen, summer 1973,
Beaumont, Texas, Enterprise copy desk.
I'm not on FB at all but I do get to hear from some old friends from time to time. Since I don't really care to go back and relive my high school days (they weren't all that great) I do like to see or hear about people from churches I lead in the past. and yeah, it does bring back memories.
ReplyDeleteWow! This really took me back . . . Thanks for reminding us that we were all young once.
ReplyDeleteBlessings!
That photo is a great keepsake. I wish I had a few of my time in newspaper work.
ReplyDeleteWe do all, indeed, have one of those stories you mention. My high school English teacher (also our mentor on the school newspaper) called me out of the blue one day; we talked at least an hour. I was surprised by how much we both remembered. I haven't heard from him since.
I had the same thing happen as Maureen -- it was weird to see a high school teacher as a 'real person'. :)
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