News Media ,,,
A nostalgic look at news as it used to be.
I don't think there's enough paper for me to
discuss what it is today.
Submitted to Poets United Midweek Motif
May 3, 2017
After supper, my father sat hunched in his old rocking chair
beside the console radio, dialed to the evening news. It was
World War II, and I can still hear the sonorous tones of
Gabriel Heater reporting on “our boys on the Western Front”.
This was our contact with the world beyond our rural part of
north central Illinois. When the news reported a need for
blood for “our boys”, my father and a few of the neighboring
farmers, all of whom were above age for the draft, drove the
100 miles north to Chicago to donate blood. The country was
united in patriotism and support for our military. Stars hung
in the windows of those who had fathers or sons in service.
Sadly, gold stars hung in the windows of those who’d lost that
father or son. The newscasts on the old radio were never
questioned, but taken as gospel truth.
How I wish we could rely upon truth in our journalism today.