Hi,everyone.Iknownosmoothortactfulwaytointroducemyselfwithintheconfinesofaninauguralcolumn,soletmestartbyputtingitouttherethatI’mtheneweditoroftheSylvan Lake NewsandEckville Echo.Myname’sSam.YoucancallmeSamuelifyouwant,butpleasedon’tspellmysurnamewitha
Hi, everyone. I know no smooth or tactful way to introduce myself within the confines of an inaugural column, so let me start by putting it out there that I’m the new editor of the Sylvan Lake News and Eckville Echo. My name’s Sam. You can call me Samuel if you want, but please don’t spell my surname with a “Mc” instead of a “Mac.”
I hope nobody judges me too harshly for this, but I made my sojourn here from smack-dab in the middle of the Saskatchewan flatlands. I worked in the city of Estevan for the last little while. If you can look past all of that, we’re already off to a good start.
I don’t have much to say yet, so bear with me as I go a little stream-of-conscience. First of all, it’s a little unnerving how gorgeous a town this is. I have spent the last almost-two-years in a city where the only discernible landmarks included a shallow valley and a giant power plant (Boundary Dam), so coming here, a town that literally is built around a gorgeous (non-man-made) lake is a welcome change of pace.
Suffice to say, it’s also a relief to see trees again. Local people to whom I’ve spoken about this have already shown some confusion, asking me if I know what the rest of Canada looks like, when they hear me say, “There are a lot of trees here,” in Central Alberta.
Coming from southern Saskatchewan, any number of trees constitutes “a lot of trees” to me, at the moment. Having something—anything—to look at, while on the road is a welcome change from the empty horizons of Southern Saskatchewan.
My line of work involves a lot of talking to people, so if you notice the shade of an accent, let me clarify in advance, and tell you that I’m from Nova Scotia, and not Newfoundland.
We all speak with hard-r sounds in the Maritimes, so I understand the mistake. I don’t get offended when people mistakenly identify me as a Newfie, but I certainly don’t speak on behalf of all the blue-nosed Maritimers living out west, so caveat emptor.
I’d also like to take this opportunity to admit to you all that I don’t bite, and that if you have anything you think belongs in either the Sylvan Lake News or the Eckville Echo, the voices of these communities, please feel free to hit me up. If it’s important to you, it’s probably important to me.
Now, excuse me in advance for this, because I’m about to be a little cheesy: I can’t wait to get to know how these towns work. In addition, I look forward to being the steward of the voices for both. It’s always exciting to immerse oneself in a new community, and I’m ready to do just that.
So, now that we’ve got that out of the way, here are some specifics. If you have anything to send my way, send it to samuel.macdonald@sylvanlakenews.com. I am Jenna’s successor, so anything sent to her email will eventually make it my way; but if you really want to get it to me quickly, send it to the former.
samuel.macdonald@sylvanlakenews.com
“Mc”insteadofa“Mac.”
I hope nobody judges me too harshly for this, but I made my sojourn here from smack-dab in the middle of the Saskatchewan flatlands. I worked in the city of Estevan for the last little while. If you can look past all of that, we’re already off to a good start.
I don’t have much to say yet, so bear with me as I go a little stream-of-conscience. First of all, it’s a little unnerving how gorgeous a town this is. I have spent the last almost-two-years in a city where the only discernible landmarks included a shallow valley and a giant power plant (Boundary Dam), so coming here, a town that literally is built around a gorgeous (non-man-made) lake is a welcome change of pace.
Suffice to say, it’s also a relief to see trees again. Local people to whom I’ve spoken about this have already shown some confusion, asking me if I know what the rest of Canada looks like, when they hear me say, “There are a lot of trees here,” in Central Alberta.
Coming from southern Saskatchewan, any number of trees constitutes “a lot of trees” to me, at the moment. Having something—anything—to look at, while on the road is a welcome change from the empty horizons of Southern Saskatchewan.
My line of work involves a lot of talking to people, so if you notice the shade of an accent, let me clarify in advance, and tell you that I’m from Nova Scotia, and not Newfoundland.
We all speak with hard-r sounds in the Maritimes, so I understand the mistake. I don’t get offended when people mistakenly identify me as a Newfie, but I certainly don’t speak on behalf of all the blue-nosed Maritimers living out west, so caveat emptor.
I’d also like to take this opportunity to admit to you all that I don’t bite, and that if you have anything you think belongs in either the Sylvan Lake News or the Eckville Echo, the voices of these communities, please feel free to hit me up. If it’s important to you, it’s probably important to me.
Now, excuse me in advance for this, because I’m about to be a little cheesy: I can’t wait to get to know how these towns work. In addition, I look forward to being the steward of the voices for both. It’s always exciting to immerse oneself in a new community, and I’m ready to do just that.
So, now that we’ve got that out of the way, here are some specifics. If you have anything to send my way, send it to samuel.macdonald@sylvanlakenews.com. I am Jenna’s successor, so anything sent to her email will eventually make it my way; but if you really want to get it to me quickly, send it to the former.
samuel.macdonald@sylvanlakenews.com