Instead of it being a final column, consider it a thank-you note
Retiring Triplicate Publisher Michele Postal with granddaughter Kayla, whom she’ll see more of. Del Norte Triplicate / Rick Postal
I was raised by strict parents aided by a bevy of nuns who made a career out of turning their charges into proper young ladies. With a stern once-over every morning the sisters checked out the starch in our blouses, the pleats in our uniform skirts and the shine from fresh polish on our white oxfords. The best you could hope for was a nod — but that was the prize and I worked to get it.
Those same good sisters put a lot of stock in “please and thank you.” One of the drills we practiced often was writing thank- you notes. After receiving gifts for a birthday or Christmas or when invited to a friend’s house for dinner or a sleepover, the proper response was, we were taught, to neatly pen a sincere, well-written thank-you note and send it promptly.
I was labeled “most likely to stay in touch” by the girls I went to school with because I enjoyed writing those thank you’s so much.
So obviously I forgot my manners and training when I tried to fade into the fog of Del Norte County after publishing my column about the birth of my second granddaughter Shayna (who is now 8 weeks old with chubby cheeks and big blue eyes). End of chapter, I thought. Next step: retirement. But one by one I heard from readers that I owed them one last column. Please, they added.
You may call this my last column, but I’m calling it a thank-you note. A thank-you note to you for reading the Triplicate and for your calls, e-mails and visits over the years — whether to set me straight or tell me we did well.
I should have retired a long time ago. Not to abandon my post at the Triplicate sooner, but to bask in the generous compliments from well wishers — friends and strangers alike — who have sought me out since I announced my intention to retire Aug. 2. I’ve been genuinely surprised, flattered and moved by the folks who say they’ll miss me. Wow. Who knew?