"It was the best of times. It was the worst of times."
Charles Dickens might not have been referencing the current state of affairs at the Prescott Journal, but his words certainly hit the mark. I write this column with mixed emotions as I contemplate a tale of two women.
Props to my former employer, and the previous owner of the Journal, Beth Morris. Beth has led and contributed to this community for a lifetime. She has provided employment and opportunity for countless individuals. The social, economic and moral footprint she has left in South Grenville will be felt for years to come. She has been a good friend to the community. I wish her a happy and healthy future as she steps away from the media world.
Contrasting that feeling is the sense of pride and excitement as I watch my daughter, Kate Martelle and her fiancee Michael Evans step forward to pick up the torch to carry the tradition of the Journal forward to the next generations. I thank her for letting me be a part of that.
Make no mistake, we are extremely excited with the current state of affairs with our newspaper. Yeah, we have heard rumours that newspapers are a thing of the past...but are more inclined to look at ours as an opportunity for the future. We are standing at a threshold to a place where we are capable of setting the standard on what a small town newspaper can be. We have a tremendous team that has been doing some fantastic work...and we are ready to rock on. Readers need to know that the current situation has very little to do with this paper's performance numbers. The Journal, for lack of a better analogy, was collateral damage in a larger financial issue beyond its control.
We are ready to move forward. Come along. It's going to be a wild ride into tomorrow.