Editorial
JUST ONE of the many things That Magazine Competition (the one that didn'tgive- us-an-award we may have mentioned before) must have not noticed was our cover illustrations. Uncoloured and unglossy, but nevertheless quite frequently superb: original work by local artists, especially commissioned for the Crier.
This month we'd like to pay tribute to one of our original illustrators,
Barbara Ives, whose delightful village scenes frequently featured on our covers
and does so again in this issue. It has recently been mooted that the Crier
should do something about publishing its valuable legacy of illustrations in
their own right: suggestions welcome. Alas, sad goodbyes to PC reporter and
very first official Crier photographer, Frank Readhead, who resigned this
month. Although our reproduction technology seldom did him justice, Frank's
eye for a shot and unique talent for capturing the body language of the moment
(see below) have lead to hilarious scenes and stunning snaps. Many thanks to
Frank, who will be a very hard act to follow. Could YOU do it? See our advert.
The first in a series extracts from the memoirs John Norris appears in this issue, where you can read about his 1959 visit from Upware following that wellknown Concrete Road, which: "cracked by the sinking fen, wandered through dead reeds and grasses containing the remains of many ancient bog oaks and machines.. .". NOT A LOT CHANGED THERE THEN. Partially published in the Crier some years ago, these memoirs promise to be most interesting and controversial - don't miss them!
NO-ONE expects the Crier to be on time these days but.. ..this month it is. Apologies to a few correspondents caught napping (yes, that's 12 pages of you), and note the change of copy-date: pushed back to a more realistic 18th of the month. Don't forget, Variety Show, Christmas Marketing - see you there!