Thoughts of the Past {Newspaper}

As a child, I remember my father pouring over the Daily News, our area’s newspaper. Every evening, as ours wasn’t a morning edition, he’d sit in his easy chair, newspaper in hand. Slippers on his feet. For some reason, red flannel plaid slippers come to mind. Though I’m sure he had other kinds through the years.

I’m more of a newspaper skimmer myself, rarely reading a full article unless it really catches my interest. Maybe I was really just ahead of the times. Already prepped for the days of internet surfing. Before it they even invented it. Imagine that!

Yet I like newspapers, and am glad they’re still strong here in Italy. (Unlike what I read about the USA, where people mostly read them online.) Not only do many people here still pick them up at the local newstand, but every coffee bar stocks copies of the daily issues. Read, or skim, the news while sipping your espresso, brioche (pastry) in hand. Coffee bars and newspapers. They just go together in Italy!

newstands
These clever paintings show on these newstand windows once they’ve closed up shop for the night! Cool, right?

But a part of me says, “Too bad. Online reading saves paper. Saves our beautiful trees.” Although dead computers, chips, etc. contribute greatly to pollution. So perhaps that’s not too logical…

Though still the greater part of me says, “Good, because some things should stick around.” In love with change, I’m far from a traditionalist. Give me new faces, experiences, and places. New things to see and do.

But it’s funny how one little word brings thoughts from the past. Unexpected thoughts, flitting in like butterflies. Bringing happiness and that warm cozy feeling that beckons, “Come and stay a while.”

Like dad in his red flannel slippers, reading The Daily News. Steaming cup of coffee in hand. Relaxing after a long, hard day’s work. Working to bring his family a good life, while also checking up on the world at large.

No, I don’t read the newspaper. I’m still a skimmer, jumping from one thing to the next. But I hope there will always be a place in this world for dads in red flannel slippers, newspapers in hand. Bringing help, love, and hope to this needy world. Don’t you?

And what does the word “newspaper” make you think of?

[Images ©TheScorziellos-Sheila]

7 thoughts on “Thoughts of the Past {Newspaper}

  1. Hello Sheila:) Enjoyed your post. Very visual. Brought me back to my own hardworking father who also read the paper nightly. He didn’t have red plaid slippers but the big old chair is tucked the memory somewhere. Here in our house in America, we have the Wall Street Journal delivered by mail as we are far from New York City, or any major city for sure. It keeps us current with the world. Thank you for visiting me the other day! Blessings, denise

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    1. Thank you! Our minds are like computers, aren’t they? So much tucked away in them. I fascinates me that a mere word, a scent, or some little thing like that can bring memories pouring in! I’m afraid, though, that I didn’t take after my dad in newspaper reading, lol! Glad it brought memories of your dad for you! 🙂

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  2. I too thought of my dad, doing the same. It also reminds me of my single days when I would spend my Saturday mornings in my jammies, drinking tea, eating something, and poring over the weekend edition of our national paper – seriously good, engaging articles. ☺️

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    1. Homey memories like those are so great! And they usually make me reflect on the fact that often it’s the simple things of life that stick with us the most. Glad you could relate, Heather!

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