New Braunfels Herald Zeitung (Newspaper) - May 19, 1991, New Braunfels, Texas
DAVID SULLENS, Editor and Publisher 1 ANIME GREEN, Managing Editor
Page 4AHerald-Ze/funp, New Braunfels, Texas
Sunday, May 19, 1991I was embarrassed to find myself shedding a tear
The young father was composed.
More composed, I suspect, than I.
A member of his family had called my home earlier that Saturday evening.
She was trying to get in touch with my wife, who, at that time, owned a children’s clothing store. When I explained that Connie was at market and probably would not be home until later that evening, she asked my help.
I recall little of what she had to say, of the specifics she outlined in a voice perhaps a little too free of the emotion I know lurked beneath every word.
She spoke of people I knew.
She said their baby had just died.
She asked if there was any way members of the family could come to my wife’s store. They wanted clothes for the baby, “something special,” she said.
I knew little — very little — of the
operation of that store. I had a key and I knew how to turn on the lights.
That, I decided, was enough.
I asked the voice on the phone when they would like for me to meet them at the store and we set a time.
I hoped fervently that my wife would be home before that time arrived.
She wasn’t, so as I left the house, I told the kids that, if she should happen to get in before I got back, they were to tell her to meet me there.
At the store, I went inside and turned on the lights. As I walked to the front of the building, those for whom I was waiting drove up.
As I walked to meet them, I felt lost.
Talking to the caller earlier, someone I’d never met, someone totally in control of herself and of the situation, I’d been embarrassed to find myself shedding a tear.
Now I was about to meet the father and mother of the child. And I was going to help them find something — something special — in which they would dress the baby they never got to know.
I couldn’t handle it and I knew I couldn’t.
I’d worked with the father on various community projects in which he’d been involved. Though we weren’t close, we were friends.
I don’t think I’d ever met his wife.
I held the door as they came into the store. I don’t remember what I said.
I showed them the part of the store in which the baby things were displayed. And then all I could do was let them look through those things. I knew nothing of the sizes or of the lines carried in the store. I could be of little help.
As they looked and talked, I moved away.
I didn’t want to intrude. But even more, I knew I’d do well to get through this even without hearing their words.
Then my wife drove up and came into the store.
Compassionately, yet efficiently, knowledgeably, she helped the young couple find what they were looking for. The decision narrowed to two selections.
One, as I recall, was a beautiful, handmade, very expensive white suit with much intricate stitching and lace. The other was a striped play outfit.
As my wife and the mother of the baby looked through the selections available, before the choice was narrowed to those two items, the father wandered through the store.
He stopped at a bushel basket full of small stuffed animals.
He paused there for a moment and then he moved away.
But a moment later he came back and picked one of the animals out of the basket.
He put it down and walked away, then he came back to it again.
His wife called and he went to help her decide which of the two suits — the beautiful formal one or the one that was what a baby might wear on his first trip to grandma’s — they would select.
They chose the play clothes.
I was glad.
As my wife and his carried the tiny outfit to the counter, he tarried for a moment and then walked back to the bushel basket of stuffed toys.
Picking up the one he’d examined earlier, he carried it to the counter.
“We’ll take this, too,” he said.
He placed it with the clothes.
David Sullens is editor and publisher of the New Braunfels Herald-Zeitung
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Ballot counting changes studied
Comal County officials arc acting wisely in seeking more information before purchasing a new vote counting system.
Other counties that have purchased similar systems have later regretted it.
In at least one of those counties, it now takes longer in almost every election to tally votes than it did bclorc the system was purchased
The problem is not with the system itself.
It is with the voters, some of whom insist on marking ballots in ways the system cannot decipher and thus rejects.
Ballots thus rejected, of course, must be -manually counted. It is that manual counting process that has lengthened the time required lo fully tally the votes in that Texas county.
That system, of course, is several years old now. Current systems may be more capable of dealing with human frailties.
Or perhaps Comal County voters are more inclined to correctly follow ballot marking instructions than are the residents of that other Texas county.
In any case, we are glad our officials are studying the issue fully before spending a goodly sum ol our money.
Don’t shove issue back to counties
Unable lo find a real solution to a growing problem, two Texas legislators have decided to simply give it to you.
The criminal justice reform bill proposed by Rep. Mark Stiles,
IX Beaumont, and Sen. Jim Turner, D-CrockcU, would specify that the state is not legally required to accept new prison inmates from county jails if lo do so would cause the prison system to violate a court order on overcrowding
It also would allow the Commission on Jail Standards to transfer inmates in one county to a jail in another.
Laced with serious budget problems, die stale now is looking for a way lo reduce the amount of money it needs lo spend to solve its prison problem T ossing the problem lo the counties is not the nght answer.
The state’s voters send legislators to Austin lo work together to find creative, long term solutions to the problems we face.
We don ’t send them there to have a good time and send the problems back home.
Let's end prejudice
I would like to know when will die prcjudism stop in the New Braunfels Independent School District? Why is it that none of the black students arc ever recognized at the awards banquet? They play just as hard, they attend just as many practices and games as all the rest. But when it comes to giving the awards, the color of their skins prevails. I can see awarding the students for what they deserve, but so do they deserve recognition.
So I salute you: Tommy Cupil, Kevin Hudgins, Randy Darnell, James Sargent, Jermaine Heard, Patricia Wilson and all those who have been outstanding before you. Continue to participate because you only have to answer to the Lord God Almighty and your awards will be in heaven.
Mr. and Mrs. Rufus Hudgins New Braunfels
A wonderful tribuie
I have always known dial I had the best parents in the world. I have also known dial Otto and Johanna Seidel did cvenhing possible to keep the photography profcsssion al its highest level. They also did everything the could to keep their mother language (German) alive through song. They did so much for other people because they were so grateful for what they had. No one deserves to be honored more than they, but lo honor them in a memorial like you did in the Kaleidoscope section of the May 12, 1991, issue of the New Braunfels Herald-Zeitung is beyond my wildest dreams You really know how to make a person feel humble and proud. I want lo thank you, Rosemarie Grcgtiry and Myra lase Goff for the wonderful tribute to my parents. All I can say is thank you, thank you, thank you.
Rudy Seidel New Braunfels
The American Diabetes Association, Texas Affiliate, wishes lo express sincere appreciation to the volunteer block workers and contributors in New Braunfels for making the first Dear Neighbor Campaign a success Thanks to the generous support of New Braunfels. Ute Dear Neighbor Campaign raised over $321,(XKI statewide with $28,(MKI coming from the sup|Mh I of die New Braunfels
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community, this represents 12,000 volunteers and contributors statewide. This will enable the American Diabetes Association to make advances in research and provide patient and public education in your arca.
We look forward to working with the fine people in New Braunfels for the 1992 Dear Neighbor Campaign.
MarkM Danney.M D.
On behalf of our World War ll bomber crew I want to express our appreciation to those who made our recent reunion in your city such a memorable experience. We enjoyed the beauty of die Hill Country, the endless fields of blucboiuieis, authentic German food and the timeless charm of the Faust Hotel. But most of all it was the outpouring of friendship and hospitality of just about everyone we met.
A special thanks to Joseph Worl for introducing himself and making us welcome from the very start. He made us feel like minor celebrities by requesting that lite Zeitung send a news editor over to interview us Bill Knight at the Langston House was gracious enough to transmit his piano playing to the front porch after dinner during a rainstorm. Reilly Tatum at the Veranda bar puts on a great Friday night show. Also at the Faust we remember Bubba Bird and Ray Kelly. In addition, we appreciate the goner osily of Vernon Taylor for inviting as to tile Elks trudge. And Ardu Mcisncr who was ready lo be my private chauffeur.
And lastly of those we can recall by name was Stephanie Ferguson of die Zeitung Despite having five sons and two daughters of my own, none of them ever had much interest in hear ing how “rough” it was at 28,(XX) feet bombing the oil refineries at Mugde burg, Germany Stephanie listened
attentively and demonstrated good manners, sincere interest and the patience of Job. She’s a real professional. The outpouring of respect and friendship the four of us received in your community was something totally unexpected. Despite our short stay, we fell in love with the people of New Braunfels. You all marie us want lo return.
Earl Fur note, Thorpe Friar, Tom Muo and Norman W. Kan wisher
My modtcr died yesterday (May 15) at die age of 57 from cancer.
I had watched her struggle to overcome die terrible physical aspect of cancer for some time now. I saw how it wore down her strength. I watched helplessly as it destroyed her body.
Not once did she give up hope that she would “get belter" I never heard her ask “Why me, laird?”
Slowly but surely die cancer not only destroyed her body but robbed her of her courage, her strength and her dignity. Through all of this pain and suffering I could not help bul be filled with a sense of pride at the way she managed lo live through all that was happening to her. And I marveled al her courage.
But now she’s gone. Arid I find that the greatest courage has to come from all of us who loved her, for we have lo go on widiout her. There will be a terrible cm|Hiness in all of our lives. And as I try hard lo draw upon die courage my mother was convinced I had, I can’t help but wonder if she would still be alive if she hadn’t been such a heavy smoker.
I had thousands of wonderful memories of my mother Cancer not only kills people bul any chance of making more memories.
I love you, Mama In memory of Ellen Mac* Car Icy While
Colleen R White New Braunfels
Vows stand as reminder of the 'huh1
By JOHN INGRAM WALKER, M.D.
The wedding was to be outside under the live oaks, beside the river, with the caladiums, periwinkle and geraniums blossoming, but the rains came and the wedding was moved indoors where the ambiance matched the intimacy of the moment. From die comer of the room I had a panoramic view of the ceremony. As the bride and groom took their vows, “To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish until death us do part, according to God’s holy ordinance, and thereto I pledge thee my faith,’’ I marveled at the depth and breadth of the words. One must be married for two score and ten before the full measure of those vows can be taken.
Joseph Campbell, the world’s foremost authonty on mythology writes, “In the Middle Ages a favorite image that occurs in many, many contexts is the wheel of fortune.1 There's the hub of Walker the wheel, and there is the revolving rim of the wheel. For example, if you arc attached to the rim of die wheel of furtune, you will be either above, going down, or at the bottom, coming up. But if you are at the hub, you arc in the same place all the time. That is the sense of the marriage vow — I take you in health or sickness, in wealth or poverty: going up or going down. But I lake you as my center, and you are my bliss, not the wealth that you might bring mc, not the social prestige, but you.’’
As I gazed at my friends’ faces at that wedding I reflected on the agony and csclasy that marriage brings. I thought how often I had been on the outer edge of the wheel of marriage, flung around by egocentric drives and desires. Then I thought of my wife, rock solid, centered, focused, loving and supjiortivc, believing in our love and family. Only through her grace arui gentle toughness did our marriage survive.
Now that I’ve joined lier in the peac eful hub of our love’s marriage I wonder how I could have been so foolish to miss this contentment all those chaotic years As I looked around I could sec those same thoughts reflected from my friends’ souls. I watched them, the long married couples, the soil glances, the gentle touches between them, as the vows repealed resonated their devotion to each other. They had been tempted They hail seen good limes and bad. They had drilled And they were pleased their love had endured.
All who have faced life’s lempia lions know that marraige conies uneasily Those young people taking their vows cannot imagine die sung gles ahead May God’s grace and their community of friends hold them together as their egos fling wildly until they, finally, become centered un their love for each other.
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