Perusing the Yankee Index
Christmas, St. Croix Island 1604, probably one of most miserable ever celebrated in North America, Dec. 91, p. 98
Parker, Arthur H., First Atom Bomb, The, humor, Jan. 47, p. 24.
Our profiles are by far the most quizzical. Over the last 76 years we’ve brought readers into the lives of the likes of:
Hoffman, Winona Ayers, the birthday lady, observes over 3,000 birthdays and anniversaries of relatives and friends each year, Sept. 90, p. 19
Kerslake, S. Fred, pig trainer, Feb. 70, p. 136
Holden, Joseph, belief in flat, stationary earth, Feb. 75, p. 72
and by far my favorite entry,
Hunter, Alfred J., murderer of wife, steals plane and fires on Boston citizens for hours, May 90, p. 76
(You can read that last one here. It’s just as bizarre as it sounds.)
Flipping through the Yankee indexes always gives me a sense of belonging. I think about how the next time we create an index, my own stories will be reduced down to meager, out of context snippets that some future writer will giggle at during a slow day at the office. Our staff is just the current iteration of a legacy of very odd writers and incredibly indulging editors who have made Yankee what it is today. That’s something to be proud of, I think. Or perhaps I’ve just read way too much into this.