Alfredisms: A butterfly against the gale - Norris Alfred, editor of The Polk Progress, Nebraskan weekly newspaper


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Norris AlfredThe Polk Progress was a Nebraska treasure that ceased publication in late 1989 after 82 years as a weekly newspaper. From 1955 until its last issue, the editor and publisher was the late Norris Alfred. In its last few months, the Progress had 900 subscribers in 45 states. Alfred was a remarkable Nebraskan with an uncanny eye for connecting the present with the future. Prairie Fire has collaborated with the Alfred family, the University of Nebraska School of Journalism and the Nebraska State Historical Society to locate and archive many of Norris's writings. We are capitalizing on our good fortune to present many of the Norris Alfred writings to our readership. We believe that his observations are as fresh and relevant to today's world as they were when originally written. By Vincent Dowling Norris Alfred no longer polking, With curious Polaroid and pen About Nebraska. No longer measuring The Progress of the snails Across the masthead of his Babcock Printing Press In Polk, Nebraska. Recording his Swedish philosopher, as she folds And mails his quiet laughter, Sanity, and Barbs across Nebraska. Counting birds on fences, wires and trees, With joy and hope and care for all the world And Polk, Nebraska. Reincarnating and creating Polk cats and dogs, Plainsmen and wives, vanished farmers and their lives In flat Nebraska. He knew he had to die. Invented no escape. Gave to the future his love for all our Earth, In particular, Polk, Nebraska.


Submitted by nathan alfred (not verified) on

This Norris Alfred is my great grand father. my father uncle.

Submitted by Pat Dorsett (not verified) on

Uncle Norris was my mother's (Betty J Alfred Chalmers)brother. I remember summer vacations when we would go to Polk and the hours we would spend at the Progress office. Uncle Norris was a truly unique man and we miss him dearly.

Submitted by Gerald O. Alfred (not verified) on

Norris was my cousin. My father, Anton, and his father Olof,were brothers and came to US from Sweden with their Mother in 1883. I still have a stack of Polk Progress papers Norris sent me. He visited me in Seattle when he had sold the paper. He returned to Polk and took the paper back. I would be glad to hear from other relatives.

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