Printing Once More: an End and a Beginning

Finally, after far too long an interval, I’m beginning a new project on my press. It’s been over two years since I’ve had time (or peace of mind!) to focus on printing — and it seems that now I have to re-learn everything. From the lay of the California job case to the finicky bits of type that want to leap from the composing stick. I’m beginning again — for the umpteenth time – and I swear (really, I swear a lot!) that everything old is new again.

But this is a special project. It’s not going to be the usual cranky rant, but an affectionate tribute to a beloved curmudgeon. My father-in-law died last summer – left us after 94 years – and we dearly feel his loss.  A funny, kind, energetic, cantankerous man who doted on his grand-children and drove us all to distraction at times, he was a mainstay in our family.   It’s taken me nearly a year to write a eulogy that feels right; one that captures a glimpse of the man who anchored his family through so many challenges.   Here he is, dapper in his uniform, newly recruited in 1941, I think – just before heading over to the UK, where he prepared for the Italian Campaign and “Operation Husky.”

And so, The Cranky Press will be cranking again soon.  A small edition this time — only 35 copies.  But a very special one.  Beginning once more, to commemorate an ending.  It will be a bittersweet exercise.