We produced a paper this week without either an interim operations manager or our incredible Halie, who is on maternity leave, as many of you know. She will be returning at the beginning of the year and though we all here are immensely excited about that, it will be difficult for her to leave little […]
Jack and I found our children, their spouses and all the grandchildren — including little Finley, two months old this Tuesday — in our clutches, as well as seven friends, 20 people in all, on Thanksgiving day. Three of the little ones ran circles around the dining room table while the women hung out in […]
Some of you may remember back in the 1980s a social column the TC ran called “Mountain views.” It was about the big and little things going on in Idyllwild people’s lives. The column’s author was a little lady who always wore her soft, white hair just so, sat perfectly erect in her chair and […]
Let’s please be clear about something: The Town Crier is not “against” any personnel at any level of any local governmental agency. Nothing would be gained by that. The Town Crier is “for” efficient, honest and lawfully run local agencies — like everyone else in town surely must be. But some folk feel the Town […]
Amongst the Halloween photos, columns and big news stories in this issue is a small article you may have missed and I don’t want you to. Read the little page 5 story J.P. Crumrine wrote and this is why it’s significant. Right now, as I write this column, the Inland Regional Joint Corruption Task Force […]
Jack and I took a short trip up to Sacramento last week where the California Newspaper Publishers Association hosted its quarterly meeting Friday. Having visited Sacramento for these meetings in many past years, as well as more recently for the California Press Association, I have become enamoured with the city and thought of this as […]
“People are my bag,” summed up a Desert Sun School counsellor’s lifestyle in a 1972 Town Crier. He is shown sporting longish hair and talking with a long-haired student petting an equally long-haired dog. And throughout the 1970s, the youth of that era and the older generation are in stark contrast to each other as […]
Each Wednesday morning (except when Monday is a major holiday), our little news staff — me, J.P. and Jay — and Dolores gather to plan the next issue of the paper. Years ago, I opened this meeting up to the public, gathering at various cafes throughout Idyllwild because our office lacked space. J.P. continued the […]
Emax’s “As We Were Saying” column from Sept. 20, 1963, expresses perfectly my sentiments this Tuesday as I write this. In fact, Jack and I took a walk around the block on deadline just to shake the cobwebs out and clear my head before coming back and reading his skinny little column back when the […]
A few weeks ago, as guests of the Garner Valley Women’s Club, Jack and I covered a tour of vineyards in — would you guess? Garner Valley (tecnically, Pine Meadows) and Anza. Garner Valley surrounds Thomas Mountain Vineyards, where our tour began, that Jim and Timmie Martens, retired trucking owners, began a few years ago. […]
