It came as a shock to all of us here at wallyhood to learn, late last night, that the lease on our office space would not be renewed, contrary to expectations. As a consequence, this blog — now in its 16th year – will shut down, effective immediately, unless and until new office space can be secured. No new posts will be forthcoming, and all office furnishings will be sold off with proceeds to go towards a new lease, if one can be found.
Many readers will wonder why a blog, of all things, requires office space – especially in this age of remote work. In fact, the production of wallyhood is much more low-tech than you might imagine. Writers are often instructed to type their stories into our “wordpress site” and naturally assume that they are published directly from there. In fact, the stories are then retyped by our office manager, Mrs. Trimble, on her beloved Smith-Corona typewriter. The hard copies are then scanned on a flatbed scanner, and the images are posted to wallyhood.org. While we’re not sure what the advantage of this elaborate and archaic process is, it’s good work for Mrs. Trimble.
Wallyhood has long maintained a modest office space behind Murphy’s Pub, accessed via a hard-to-see (some would say “secret”) door off the rear patio. While it’s only just large enough for me to lie flat in if I remove my shoes and shave off my hair, it’s sufficient to house all of our office equipment, furniture and the ever-present Mrs. Trimble. Best of all, it’s just a stone’s throw from the dumpsters where all the discarded food from Murphy’s ends up. Yum!
We had been led to believe that, in spite of the possible sale of the building housing our office space, we would be allowed to carry on our existence not unlike the Up house of Ballard fame. But such was not to be.
While the volunteer editors and writers will likely find their ways back to their paying jobs, the closure of the blog will be most keenly felt by Mrs. Trimble, the blog’s only paid employee. Said Trimble, “I so enjoyed my time at wallywood! The challenge and variety in the work was amazing. The typing, the printing, the scanning, changing typewriter ribbons … And the proximity to beer at Murphy’s always kept me chugging along – if you’ll pardon the pun!”
The following items are for sale. Make your best offer!
- Flatbed scanner (1)
- Smith-Corona typewriter (1)
- Fax machines (2)
- Herman Miller Aeron chairs (4)
- Professional editorial library including: Webster’s Unabridged Dictionary, Roget’s Thesaurus, Vlasic’s 101 Pickle Jokes
- Paper (27 reams)
- Assorted writing utensils: pencils, pens, chalk, crayons
And if you think we can afford office equipment, let alone office space, then you probably don’t realize that it’s April Fools Day.
So happy it’s just an April Fools joke! Wallyhood is one of the best things that has happened for Wallingford!❤️
Are the Herman Miller Aeron chairs now available in True Black? 🙂
They were white when originally purchased, but they’re so dirty now that you could probably call them black.
Not funny. You almost gave me a heart attack. Long live Wallyhood! Sorry I missed your last board meeting because I was away, but definitely plan to attend the next one.
Wallyhood is one of the best things that happened to Wallingford. I help plan the Wallingford Parade and am helping with the Wallingford cleanup effort. We depend on Wallyhood to get the word out about so many things! Thank you to all of you!
Kathy Boran
Secretary, Celebrate Wallingford
I hope Mrs. Trimble lands on her feet after what must be a shocking turn of events.
It wasn’t that long ago that she was delivering the Wallyhood herself, you might recall.
I remember coming out to say hi (or “what the heck?”) after the weighty paper slammed against my front door–Mrs. Trimble had a heck of a throw–but she’d just mutter “no time for chatter–news can’t wait!”
I’ll miss that six am wake-up-call, and Mrs. Trimble’s grumbling and swearing as she’d stomp across my tulips in a short-cut to the neighbors.
We’ll pass along your heartfelt sentiments to Mrs. Trimble. Her throwing arm is actually noticeably larger than the other one causing her to sometimes crush her Camels when she was trying to smoke them
Yes! I remember that! She would be halfway down the block and I could still hear her yelling “light! light!” as if she were some kind of enchantress, rather than simply trying to find a way to set her crushed cigs alight.
We’re so lucky here in Wallingford to have characters like her.
I hope she quits smoking soon, though. Good health to her!