Inquirer Reporter bids farewell
By Sarah Einselen
In case you haven’t heard yet, I’m moving. To the middle of nowhere.
After ten wonderful months as the reporter at The Galion Inquirer, I am moving on to work at a daily newspaper in Logansport, Indiana, a town about 1.5 times the size of Bucyrus. The city is the county seat of Cass County in northern Indiana, about 70 miles west-southwest of Fort Wayne.
Its newspaper, the Logansport Pharos-Tribune, is published six days a week with a circulation of 10,000. I’ll be one of three full-time news reporters and will work with a full-time photographer on some assignments.
This weekend is my last with the Inquirer. On Tuesday, March 20, I start work in Logansport, doing basically the same thing as I do here—just less website management and pagination work (that’s putting articles and pictures on the pages) and more writing.
And I found an apartment with stained glass windows in the kitchen. That is worth as much to me as a new red sports car would be to my dad!
Of course, I’m excited for the new job. To understand just how much, you have to know that I’m fluent in Spanish and that my cousins are some of my best friends in the world. The prospect of working at a daily newspaper in a town with about 3,000 Spanish-speaking people among its residents, only a forty-five-minute drive from half my extended family, is what made me consider applying for the job in the first place.
And even with those treats in store, I’m going to miss Galion.
This was my first job after college, you know. I came here last May as a fresh graduate with degrees in journalism and Spanish from Mount Vernon Nazarene University. Working at the Inquirer at first meant a crash course in covering local government and community news. That’s not something they really teach you in college. You have to learn it by doing it—and true to my 4-H background, that’s what I did.
I’ve enjoyed it. Many wonderful people in Galion and elsewhere around Crawford County were willing to go the extra mile with me, in my early months, so I could simultaneously learn my job and learn what they were doing that was so newsworthy. They even let me take their pictures, an experience I know terrifies some people.
Over the last several months, I’ve been able to get to know some of the “newsmakers” better. I’ve tried to tell most of them in person that I’m moving on, and each time, they ask me to keep in touch. I’ll try, because frankly, I’ll miss them every bit as much as they say they’ll miss me.
Journalistic principles of truth-telling and accuracy had been drilled into me in college, but Galion is where I learned how to apply them. Sometimes that meant taking a whole page’s worth of photos to accurately show the breadth of activities going on at the county fair or Oktoberfest. Sometimes that meant spending hours on the phone and on computer, researching confusing facts and figures so I could get them clear in my own mind and write about them clearly for others.
Then when I succeeded, and my news reports were fair, accurate and complete, it made my day to hear that someone benefited from them. Four kind notes are displayed next to my desk, each one related to a different article I wrote. Many more commendations have been given me in person, by e-mail and second-hand through a coworker or friend. Some came from people I’ve never met. To each one of you who’s said or written something to encourage me, I thank you.
My editor, Rachel Mendell, is currently in the process of hiring another reporter to fill my place. She has asked me to write an occasional column to let you know how I’m doing. And I’m going to try to keep up with what’s going on back here.
Galion was the first hometown I got to adopt. I chose to live in Galion, if only for a few months. I’ve never had cause to regret my decision. I hope you haven’t, either.