Trent Ernst, Editor
Welcome to spring.
The last day of winter was positively spring-like, while the first day of spring saw the world go white again.
But such is spring in the north. If one were feeling particularly cynical, one could skip the spring part and just say “welcome to the north.”
And indeed, I have been here long enough to see it snow (or at least, make a noble effort to snow) during Grizfest in August.
My daughter, seeing the snow on the ground, stated “it can’t be spring, there’s snow.”
But spring is a time of transitions. A time of change. A time of birth and rebirth.
The thing about transitions is they can come in one of two ways. They can come slowly, sometimes imperceptibly, so that, only looking back on what was there before can you see the difference.
Or, they can come suddenly, with upheaval and turbulence, as sudden as the lightning strike destroying the tree that stood at the heart of my home town since it was founded, or with a struggle, as in spring, where one day it can be sunny and warm, and the next see 10 cm of fresh snow on the ground.
But whether it comes slowly or all at once, the thing about transitions is, when it is over, things have changed. The old tree no longer stands. The snow no longer lays on the ground. You are no longer working at the Wolverine Mine.
The world changes, and we are changed with it, or we change, and the world, however subtly, is also changed. These changes can happen on a global scale, or a personal one. They can be for the better, or they can be for the worse. Things can change toward a future state, or, as evidenced by the snow on the ground, the can change back to a previous state.
Tumbler Ridge is ever-changing. With each new person that arrives, with each old timer that leaves, the community changes. Sometimes better, sometimes worse. Sometimes, just different.
Three years ago, Tumbler Ridge was faced with an economic boom that threatened to rip the town apart. Now, we are in the heart of a bust that has left the town deflated, like a balloon that has lost some of its helium.
Four years ago, I started editing this paper. In that time, there’s been a number of changes. Some good, some bad, some just different.
One of the changes that’s happened that I personally feel was for the worse is the loss of most of our old time columnists. Somewhere along the line, the TR in TR News became shorthand for Trent.
And I don’t think the paper is the better for it. I’ve always maintained that the Tumbler Ridge News is a community news paper. Our first concern is the community: to reflect back a fair and accurate vision of what this community is like. News is important, but not as important as that, and the fact that we’re printed on dead trees is of little importance.
But community? That’s what we’re all about.
So, since it is spring, and spring is all about new things and change, I’m announcing that the Tumbler Ridge News is looking for columnists.
Are you a senior wanting to tell all those young punks what life is like for the average old-timer in town? Or maybe you’re a high school student, observing the way people interact in the halls. Or maybe you sit at the front desk in the Dinosaur Discovery Gallery and want people to know more about the dinosaurs that have been found in the Tumbler Ridge area. Or you’re a former miner, wanting to tell the world your adventures in job hunting. Or … ?
If you are interested, please, send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org with an outline of your idea. Thanks!