As I was thinking about beginning this blog, my thoughts wandered to ‘Why do I want to do this?’
I remember as a little girl sitting at my small metal folding table with a red and yellow flowered top, writing short stories and taping them to my mother’s dining room wall. I was play-writing, or writing for play, whichever way… I just wanted to write.
Writing down thoughts has a way of clearing my mind. If it’s written down somewhere, it is now a printed word and not just a thought in my head.
My Grandpa Desh was a printer by trade. In the early 1930’s, with his own hands, he built his print shop, “The Gospel Messenger”. He ran those printing presses for 53 years.
Grandpa Desh with the family and his print shop- “The Gospel Messenger”. (My mom is the younger girl in the picture) ~ 1952
I still remember the thundering noise of the press; the smell of ink and the thrill of watching the roller press over the paper and leave the ink behind. Grandpa was an expert at setting the type. Pictures and images were placed to make a near-perfect image. In my young eyes, nothing seemed to trip him up. He could smoothly move the paper in and out of the press seemingly with little effort.
In this blog, I may ‘trip over typeset’ to find the right words, but my intention throughout this process is to set the type, pictures and images right where they are needed to bring encouragement to your day.
Tripping Over Typeset 