When I was resisting growing up in Pittsburgh, there were three daily newspapers. My father worked for the Pittsburgh Press, the #1 paper at the time. Last time I was in Pittsburgh, I was driving through town on the way to where I was going...and there was the Press building of happy memory. And the sign on the building said "Pittsburgh Post Gazette." The number 3 newspaper when I was growing up and the last standing apparently but there is another...I think. But Schumpeter's "Creative Destruction" appears to have been at work.
If you mosey to Toronto, there are...4? 5? maybe more daily newspapers. When I arrive, I hit the machines and hurry to a quiet place to read them. Of course, at a hotel there are no cats so you can read the papers without dealing with cats sitting just exactly where you are reading.
Those large presses. I think the brand name was Morgenthaler. Not sure but they were huge.
You grew up in Pittsburgh? Wow! My mom was from Pittsburgh and my dad, Johnstown so I grew up in Johnstown, but we visited my family in Oakmont all the time!
Our family loved the Sunday Press, especially my dad and mum. That thing must have weighed 5 pounds! Good memories. I still miss my morning paper. Every day at Penn State we were able to get a Collegian with breakfast. Good habits are hard to break!
Indeed. It was a magic place at the time. My Sainted Sister (tm) and I often talk about how lucky we were to have grown up there. I suspect, though, that the time was also magic. We moved out in 1960 when my father went to work for the Scripps Howard (the company that owned the Press) news wire in DC.
I grew up watching the PIrates. The last game I saw at Forbes Field was the 7th game of the 1960 World Series. Yes. I was there. As I said, it was magic.
My parents both worked in newspapers and after I came along, she stayed home and he worked for a large, metropolitan newspaper. No, not the Daily Planet.
Many is the time I went by the paper and watched the machinery that made the newspapers many of those machines looked like those in the film. Certainly the Linotype machines. Fascinating machines. The presses were multi-story, huge, and when they were running, the earth shook.
You have reported on fake books and now making real books. How about paintings of books? This came from the Solari Report and the author discusses painting largely. Or those are the ones I read, I guess. Some of these show a love of books through a different medium.
I worked for a time sorting newspapers as they came off the press for delivery drivers, and driving bundled papers to homes of paper boys/girls across town. The press was a fascinating behemoth that took up a huge room, a mechanical wonder.
Everything was bigger then. Computers also were room-sized affairs.
When I was resisting growing up in Pittsburgh, there were three daily newspapers. My father worked for the Pittsburgh Press, the #1 paper at the time. Last time I was in Pittsburgh, I was driving through town on the way to where I was going...and there was the Press building of happy memory. And the sign on the building said "Pittsburgh Post Gazette." The number 3 newspaper when I was growing up and the last standing apparently but there is another...I think. But Schumpeter's "Creative Destruction" appears to have been at work.
If you mosey to Toronto, there are...4? 5? maybe more daily newspapers. When I arrive, I hit the machines and hurry to a quiet place to read them. Of course, at a hotel there are no cats so you can read the papers without dealing with cats sitting just exactly where you are reading.
Those large presses. I think the brand name was Morgenthaler. Not sure but they were huge.
You grew up in Pittsburgh? Wow! My mom was from Pittsburgh and my dad, Johnstown so I grew up in Johnstown, but we visited my family in Oakmont all the time!
Our family loved the Sunday Press, especially my dad and mum. That thing must have weighed 5 pounds! Good memories. I still miss my morning paper. Every day at Penn State we were able to get a Collegian with breakfast. Good habits are hard to break!
Indeed. It was a magic place at the time. My Sainted Sister (tm) and I often talk about how lucky we were to have grown up there. I suspect, though, that the time was also magic. We moved out in 1960 when my father went to work for the Scripps Howard (the company that owned the Press) news wire in DC.
I grew up watching the PIrates. The last game I saw at Forbes Field was the 7th game of the 1960 World Series. Yes. I was there. As I said, it was magic.
That was fun.
My parents both worked in newspapers and after I came along, she stayed home and he worked for a large, metropolitan newspaper. No, not the Daily Planet.
Many is the time I went by the paper and watched the machinery that made the newspapers many of those machines looked like those in the film. Certainly the Linotype machines. Fascinating machines. The presses were multi-story, huge, and when they were running, the earth shook.
You have reported on fake books and now making real books. How about paintings of books? This came from the Solari Report and the author discusses painting largely. Or those are the ones I read, I guess. Some of these show a love of books through a different medium.
Food for the Soul: For the Love of Books
By Nina Heyn
https://food4thesoul.solari.com/2025/04/17/food-for-the-soul-for-the-love-of-books/
I remember the newspaper plants, too. Think of all those jobs gone.
Those hands-on manufacturing jobs were so satisfying, I think because you knew you were making a physical product. Mostly gone now.
Thanks for that and look at this one!
https://clothesinbooks.blogspot.com/
I worked for a time sorting newspapers as they came off the press for delivery drivers, and driving bundled papers to homes of paper boys/girls across town. The press was a fascinating behemoth that took up a huge room, a mechanical wonder.
Everything was bigger then. Computers also were room-sized affairs.