New Braunfels Herald Zeitung, January 10, 1993, Page 4

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January 10, 1993

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New Braunfels Herald Zeitung (Newspaper) - January 10, 1993, New Braunfels, Texas Opinions DAVID SULLENS, Editor and Publisher DOUGLAS PILS, Interim Managing Editor Page4A_ Herald-Zftfung,    New    Braunfels,    Texas    Sunday,    January    10,1993Quote of the Day “One’s grand flights, one’s Sunday baths, One’s toolings at the weddings of the soul occur as they occur.’’ Wallace Stevens Editorials_Phantom S.A. TV guy wants birthday listed Last Sunday there appeared in approximately this spot an editorial admitting an error — the front page of our January I edition was dated 1992. The editorial noted that many of you had called to point out our mistake ... and that a San Antonio television station had even devoted some time to it. When I wrote that editorial, I wasn’t a happy person. We’d made a mess and, though I tried to put a good face on it, it stung. In what I think was a fairly humorous manner, I vented a goodly portion of my pique in the direction of Lee Dunkelberg, the San Antonio television personality who let even the folks outside Comal County know what had happened. I played like I didn’t know Lee’s name, calling him “this San Antonio TV guy,” and I characterized him as “San Antonio’s answer to Marvin Zindler, the famous Houston TV sensationalist who gets the credit for having shut down” Texas* famous “Chicken Ranch.” Late this week Lee Dunkelberg wrote me a letter and totally changed the way I feel about him. Here’s what the letter said: “Greetings from the phantom San Antonio TV Guy! “For the past day or so, I’ve been meaning to write a letter to a newspaper editor, but his name escaped me. Then I couldn’t remember whichever newspaper it was. “Then someone said ‘Gus Preusser,’ and it all came back to me.” (Every day, at the top of the front page of the Herald-Zeitung, we include a line that says “Serving Comal County, Home of...” and we list the name of a subscriber. On Jan. I, the subscriber whose name was used was Gus Preusser.) “Your readers should know that they’re very fortunate to have a newspaper that can take a little ribbing. Having been on the other end, I know you’re getting more than your share. “Hang in there!” He signed his letter “Lee Dunkelberg, San Antonio TV Guy.” And he added a post script: “My birthday is the 25th of January. Do I have to live in New Braunfels to get my birthday in the Herald-Zeitung?” No, Lee, you don’t have to live in New Braunfels to have your name in our birthday listings. You don’t even have to live in Comal County. We’ll be tickled to put your birthday in the Herald-Zeitung. And if you’ll move across the county line, we’ll even put your name up at the top of the page where Gus Preusser’s was on Jan. I. And I’m sorry I likened you to Marvin Zindler. Today's editorial was written by David Sullens, editor and publisher of the New Braunfels Herald-Zeitung.Unique breakfast group shows genuine concern * — They gather on Wednesday mornings for “the best $3| breakfast in town,'* just to be with each other, and to "gather around a best seller once a week and talk about it.** “They** are a group of anywhere from 20-35 men who meet at 7 a.m. every Wednesday in the Parish Hall of St. John’s Episcopal Church. I'm privileged to be a member of that group, though I’m not a member of that church. And when I miss a Wednesday — which happens occasionally because I must attend another meeting of some sort — I really feel cheated. Before I came to New Braunfels, I met every Monday morning with a neighborhood group that was headed by a fellow named John Caskey in Galveston. John was — is — an Episcopal priest and a good friend. In that latter capacity, when he learned I was leaving Galveston to come to New Braunfels, he called the Rev. Bob Keith at St. John’s. "Go meet this guy,” Father John told his counterpart in New Braunfels. "He’s a good guy. You’ll like him." So I’d only been here a few days when Bob called and invited me to lunch. Over that lunch at the Adobe Cafe, we got acquainted and somewhere in the course of the conversation, he mentioned the Wednesday morning Bible study group and invited me. I was in my “meet everybody you can possibly meet as fast as you can possibly meet them" mode right then, so I went. And I’ve been going every since. With that single telephone call. Rev. Caskey gave me a good friend in Bob Keith. And, indirectly, he gave me many more in those who attend that Wednesday morning breakfast. I can think of few places where I’ve ever felt as comfortable, as accepted, as I feel when I walk into that little fellowship hall on Wednesday mornings. Though most of those men see me and know me only in that context, their warmth is genuine and -sincere. The little group’s kitchen crew is ramrodded by David Sullens a fellow named Ed Hill. Ed’s a retired government employee. He’s so down-to-earth and unassuming that I was amazed to learn that he was the legendary Gen. McMullen’s "good right arm" at Randolph Air Force Base, and that he’s a former San Antonio city councilman. I was also amazed to learn that Ed, whom I’d have guessed to be in his mid-50s to early-60s, will celebrate his 80th birthday next week. Ed has organized a group — Rev. Keith calls them "Ed’s Raiders" — who take care of a lot of the maintenance around St. John’s, and he’s a key player in that himself. Last summer even saw him climbing around on the church's roof. Archie Schmidt, who is a retired Air Force man, is another of the group’s kitchen crew. Archie, who is the electrician for "Ed’s Raiders," has adopted the church’s griddle and after every breakfast, he polishes it until it shines. And if someone in another group uses that griddle and leaves it in less than spotless condition, you’ve never heard the like of grousing in your life. Dell Strube specializes in pancakes on Wednesday mornings, and Charlie Motz does pancakes and is the group's recognized expert when it comes to bacon. Terry Adams, who retired after a career with the Lower Colorado River Authority, can tell you anything you ever wanted to know about the old powerplant here in New Braunfels. And Terry doesn’t know that I know he played football at Baylor. Doug Phillips is a retired pilot for United Airlines. That makes him very knowledgeable not only about planes, but about'things like the weather. He’s an interesting breakfast partner. In fact, most of these guys are interesting breakfast partners. Bob Creech is a retired geologist and Ernst Erdman was an immigration officer. Bud Dallman’s vocation was photography, but he’s best known nowadays as an outstanding swimming coach. Bennie Bock is an attorney and businessman, and a former legislator. Les Thorn, who with Bob Dingeldein is a spark plug for the Seniors Center of Comal County, is a retired government accountant. Dingeldein himself, one of New Braunfels’ best known residents because he’s involved in so many things, once was a key personnel man for the Air Force. And Tim Smith, a red headed guy who attends just about every Wednesday, is the organist and choir director at St. Luke’s Episcopal Church in San Antonio. Hill Carbock is a surgeon and Don Bedford is a dentist. Bern Wills is an accountant with Westport Pepperell. “It’s just a really neat cross section of people," Rev. Keith said of the group over lunch one day last week. Keith himself started the breakfast group about seven years ago. “We had no idea how many to expect that first day," he recalled, “so we said, well, there were 12 apostles, so let’s set 12 chairs. We did and that’s exactly how many came." “It’s the fellowship that’s so neat," Keith reflected. "And this is a group that really cares for one another. Dell had surgery on his hand not long ago and Ed was right on top of that. They watch out for each other. They just really care about each other." Yeah. They do. And the preacher’s right. That’s neat. David Sullens is editor and publisher of the New Braunfels Herald-Zeitung.Hvrmld-Zettung Published on Sunday mornings and Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday afternoons by the New Braunfels Herald-Zeitung, 707 Landa St., or PX). Drawer 311328, New Braunfels, TX 78131-1328. Second class postage paid by New Braunfels Herald-Zeitung at New Braunfels, Texas. (LISPS 377-880) DOUGLAS PIS Interim Managing Editor CHERYL DUVALL General Manager DAVID SULLENS Editor and Publisher CORBE YEAMAN Retail Advertising Director CAROLANN AVERY Circulation Manager KAREN REININGER Classified Manager DOUGLAS BRANDT Pressroom Foreman Carri* delivered in Comal and Guadalupe counties: three months, $16; six months, $29; one year, $49. Senior Citizens Discount (carrier delivery only): six months, $25; one year, $45. Mail delivery outside Comal County, in Texas: three months. $26.55; six months. $47.20; one year, $88.50. Mail outside Texas: six months. $61.95; one ye*, $103.25. If you have not received your newspaper by 5:30 p.m. Tuesday through Friday or by 7:30 ajn. Sunday, call 625-9144 or 654-1900 by 7 p m. and 11 ajn., respectively. Postmast*: Send address changes to the Herald-Zeitung. P.O. Drawer 311328, New Braunfels. TX 78131-1328 Emotions Grandfather wannabe practices for the event with children’s books Time’s swift passage having transformed the father of the bride to a father-in-law, I now eagerly anticipate becoming a grandfather. Although Wende insists that the grandfather opportunity lies more than a half decade away, I prepare nonetheless. I have been practicing my grandfather lookin the mirror — kind, warm eyes, a whimisical smile. I’ve been acting as if I’m wise and. above all, patient. No more, "let’s get the job done immediatley." Instead the philosophy becomes, "let’s settle down and things will work out. After all, nothing is earth shattering." I’ve also purchased a IO-volume collector’s edition of children’s stories from Easton Press. These classics, leather bound, ribbon endowed, illustrated by the traditional artists of children’s literature — Rockwell, Wyeth, Pyle — sit handsomely on the mantel piece. Unsatisfied to let these classics reside beautifully above the blazing fire at winter’s hearth, I’ve been practicing reading them aloud. After all. fast-paced TV demands reading to compete for my grandchildren’s eyes and ears. So every evening, as Vicki quilts in front of the fireplace, I read to her. In perusing these classics, ideas regarding themrf John Ingram Walker, M.D. have rendered me verbose and being, for the time being, without grandchildren to share my thoughts, I convey them to you, fortunate readers. Children’s stories attempt to give form to the world and meaning to human life. The heroes and heroins of children’s stories resist sundry temptations to perform noble deeds. From these stories, children gain an extremely important insight — that self-respect resides independent of external qualities, such as wealth, position, physical strength, or size, and instead, becomes manifest from integrity and valor in pursuing great goals. Classics reassure children that good conquers evil. A story, of course, is far more meaningful than philosophical pontifications which reminds me: Once upon a time there was a grandfather-to-be who sat and read stories aloud. He read and read until his beard became so long that it reached the ground. From all around children came to marvel at the beard of the grandfather-to-be. The man wished with all his heart that he had a grandchild of his own, but he loved these children nonetheless. So he read and read and soon the children went into a deep swoon becoming enchanted by these stories that encouraged them to lead a heroic life. When the children were deep in reverie and the grandfather concentrating hard to get inflection correct, a wart-nosed witch, who hated goodness only more than she hated children, crept upon them, scissors in hand, to cut off the enchanted beard. Just as she was to snip a ... Dr. Walker is Medical Director for Professional and Community Education at Laurel Ridge Hospital in San Antonio, Medical Director for Laurel Ridge Day Treatment Center in New Braunfels, and maintains a private psychiatric practice and conducts seminars and lectures throughout the country. ;

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