
I don’t know how many people can say this, but when I graduated from Bemidji State University in 1987, I landed a perfect first job in the “real world”when I was hired by The Monticello Times, an award-winning community weekly. I joined the staff first as a news reporter and photographer and was promoted nine months later to news editor. I spent three-and-a-half years working at the Times before joining the Minnesota Orchestra staff in November 1991.
What made this job perfect for me? I credit two reasons: 1) having the newspaper’s publisher and editor, Donald Q. Smith, as a mentor and 2) working in an environment where everyone who worked for him and his wife, Nancy, knew they were part of the family. There was no doubt that everyone cared for each other in and out of the office.
As a young journalist I enjoyed all the news the ever-expanding Monticello community offered. Located between Minneapolis and St. Cloud along I-94, the city was going through a major period of growth as the Twin Cities expanded outward. I covered the city council, the nuclear power plant, the hospital board and wrote many features about fascinating people, organizations and issues.
But at the end of the day, my friends and colleagues at the Times provided the most joy and support to me in those early days.
Among them was Edna Arnold … a person we all revered. When Don notified us last week that she died at age 93 from injuries she sustained in a car accident, he wrote: “Edna was one of our heroes. No one was more dear to the Times’ family than Edna. Did anyone work harder/more cheerfully at the same time than our Edna?”
The outpouring of tributes and memories from the Times family in response has demonstrated the impact that Edna had on so many of us.
It’s hard to believe that during my years at the Times, Edna was in her early 70s. She worked circles around us. Her pep motivated us all. She set the gold standard for the work ethic I carry with me to this day. She was a who’s who of all things Monticello. She knew how to offer constructive criticism that never crushed the fragile ego of a new college graduate who liked to think he knew most things.
It’s hard to believe that 20 years have passed since I last worked side-by-side with Edna, but as we grieve her passing, it feels like it was just yesterday. I last saw her at a Times reunion in July 2009. She was as youthful and beautiful as always.
I now wish that I would have told her more recently how much she meant to me, but knowing Edna and her innate wisdom, she knew.