Oldest -- and best! -- newspaper in South Carolina
Exotic animal sightings are well covered by the Edgefield Advertiser. A few years back there was a story of a wild boar. The homeless possum on Wigfall Street made front page, above the fold. In recent weeks we’ve had a great front-page feature on the longleaf pine and the scandalous violation of the Willowbrook Cemetary (MW’s favorite haunting ground), which local law enforcement have offered a $200 reward for information about.
In fact, if my hybrid coyote-chupacabra-hyena creature had been spotted in the motherland, it would surely have generated more attention than you people gave it here and on Facebook.
And did I tell y’all that I saw this thing again just before Christmas, all grown up? I was out with Cubbie doing her bidness when the evil creature comes trotting up nonchalantly past the compost bins. Except it can’t trot now because it broke its front right leg some time back and has to hop along now on three legs, holding that paw up. Here’s how I know it’s a bad thing: I didn’t feel a bit sorry for it. I started picking up things and hurling them at it and yelling at it to leave, but it just loped up through the front yard, across the cul-de-sac, and down the street to the neighbor’s house.
A classic. And more puzzlin’ evidence that the Edgefield Advertiser is not only South Carolina’s oldest newspaper, but also the world’s best piece of journalism. This story deserves a place amongst David Byrne’s True Stories, no?
Alas, the Advertiser has been pretty tame in recent years, and Mr. Turner himself passed a few years back.
My favorite newspaper. I read this without fail every week. It covers the civic, the social and the criminal, white and black, in a very personal way. People you know write about other people you know. Or at least you know their family names. For example, I know people (though not ‘possums) who live on Wigfall Street:
“We will cling to the pillars of the temple of our liberties and if it must fall we will perish amidst the ruins.”
Opinion is not always entirely separate from fact, but that gives the Advertiser its voice — and is consistent with a favorite story in my family: that back in the ’70s, the paper ran block headlines “Strom Has Colored Offspring” with no attending story, publishing what apparently all the black families in town already knew long before Mrs. Washington-Williams came forward after the Senator’s death a few years back.
Well, I declare — will the wonders of the Internets never cease? Here’s a story with the actual headline.
I’ll do better at sharing from the Edgefield Advertiser, I promise.