“Do unto others BEFORE they do unto you.” Kindness, that is. I also don’t calculate if they’ll pay me back! Last month (4/26) one of the many kindnesses I have received also included a friend. We had gone out to eat. She has had a stroke, so whatever lark we take is difficult. It was a “Pay it Forward” moment. We were told the check had been paid! (LOL — why didn’t I get a steak?) It was early, so I scanned the restaurant hoping to find the benefactor. Frustrated, I quizzed the manager/bartender who divulged no info except the people didn’t know us! What kind of love is that? Why us? How could I ever repay them?
In November, voters in Seguin face a critical decision. No, I’m not talking about Hillary vs. Donald — there’s one much closer to home. The Seguin ISD Board of Trustees has lost the public’s trust and confidence. I don’t need to go through the litany of missteps and poor governance — if you’ve been following the news for the past year, you know what I mean. A change is needed, and Fresh Start for Seguin ISD is here to facilitate that change.
Blood is called the “gift of life.” We Christians, however, would add: “Well, so is Jesus/Easter.” There was a flyer at work for a blood drive. It said my donation could save up to three lives. I’d like to simply HELP just ONE life! I ache I can’t donate. I’d like to return the favor I received. I’ve wondered if Jesus had type O negative blood, because O negative is the universal donor. That means anyone can receive that blood. Anyone can have Jesus, too. He died; bled for all.
Today is April 17, 2016. It is the one year anniversary of our son's death to suicide.
These comments are written in response to the latest actions of the Seguin ISD Board of Trustees.
Concerning Mr. Roane and his raise and the school board extending his contract, I think it is without merit.
In October 2015, the annual New Berlin 4-H H.G. Muelder Memorial Hunting Celebration nearly had to be cancelled due to the effects of Hurricane Patricia in our area. This 4-H event is the club’s largest fundraiser. At the last minute, New Berlin Farm & Feed owner Dennis Moehrig came to the club’s rescue and offered his place of business as a site to host the fundraiser. Despite the weather, the fundraiser was the most successful on record for the New Berlin 4-H, thanks to Dennis’ help and support. The youngsters recently recognized Dennis and New Berlin Farm & Feed with a plaque for his generosity. Thanks again to Dennis and all others who supported our kids and this fundraiser.
Valentine’s Day brought another slant to heartfelt emotions. That day Mark had a heart attack. To be sure, he reaped all the jabs about his heart, bursting with love. His stents now keep his blood flowing. Ludicrous as it may sound, that made me think of Jesus. We Christians have no problem thinking about His love during this season of Lent. His heart really did burst with love. His hands were nailed far apart so we’d see that His love would never stop flowing. Valentine’s Day is over, so has our love stopped flowing? The pressure is off to get flowers and candy, so will we no longer show love? (In fact, when I got a love text Sunday, I responded with, “I’ll tell you tomorrow, so you’ll believe it.”
I urge you to vote for Ruben Villarreal for U.S. Congress, Dist. 15. With this being an open seat, we need more than someone who is a school board member or a lawyer. We need someone with credible experience. Ruben served Rio Grande City in the capacities of councilman, mayor pro-tem, mayor and economic development chairman over the span of 14 years.
A day before the beginning of Seguin ISD Christmas holidays, I stopped at the Shell station located at the intersection of East Court St. and State Hwy 123 to buy some needed items. As I got out of my truck, I saw a young man and his mother approaching the entrance to the store. The young man stepped in front of his mother and opened and held the door open until she entered the store. Then he saw me approaching the door and although he had already entered the store, he walked back to open the door and held it open until I walked in. I told him, “Thank you son,” and his reply was, “You are welcome sir.”
I am finally writing this letter to the editor because of the imponderable, luxurious spending habits of local government entities.
My husband, Frank, checked into the hospital on January 21, 2016 for a hip replacement. After two days, Frank was wheeled down the hall to the organized Inpatient Rehabilitation Unit where he remained for two weeks. Since he is elderly with Parkinson’s Disease for over 20 years, his recovery process was unusually difficult for everyone, but the unit is filled with professional and compassionate people who seemed to understand his misery. Doctors, physical therapists, nurses, and nursing assistants in the rehabilitation unit at the Guadalupe Regional Medical Center, thank you.
I have served as the District Attorney for the 25th Judicial District of Texas for the last seven years. The cases my office prosecutes are all filed in the district courts. These cases include capital murder, murder, kidnapping, aggravated assault, sexual assault and numerous other felonies.
We moved back to Seguin in 1992 and like everyone else in Guadalupe County, the County Tax Office became an integral part of our lives. You just can’t live here and not do business at this office. From our first visit to the present we have observed a friendly and courteous staff.
On behalf of my family,
I have been active in conservative politics in Guadalupe County for many years. Over the years, I’ve met many politicians, most of whom honestly want to serve, but few of whom possess the qualities that make them truly outstanding candidates.
Nine ladies from our Beta Sigma Phi chapter were having dinner at Garcia’s Tuesday evening. Our waitress came to our table and told us our meals were paid for by this kind gentleman who was also dining there. We were so surprised. So “many thanks” to you, if by chance you are reading this. What a generous man! All of us decided to go out and pay it forward to someone else.
A utility company reminds me of God. One of its trucks drove by me displaying the slogan: “Your kind of power.” The company is beyond reproach with utilities, but I thought the slogan egotistical and narrow-minded; certainly, presumptuous and erroneous because they do not have my kind of power. My name “Valerie” means strong; brave; powerful. Yet, even I don’t have my kind of power.
Each year Seguin spends four days celebrating the life of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.
The decision to give SISD Superintendent Stetson Roane hiring authority os one of the best decisions made by the SISD Board of Directors in the past several years.
Community speculation about the dialogue that occurred in executive session at Tuesday night’s board meeting is exceeded only by the great overall disappointment in Seguin ISD’s Board of Trustees.
Well, I did it.
Cancer patients and their families have something to celebrate. Congress just passed the largest budget increase for cancer research in more than a decade. This new funding will play a pivotal role in our ability to discover new cures and find new ways to prevent and treat cancer.
The past 18 years serving as your Guadalupe County Tax Assessor/Collector have been a very rewarding and challenging experience. I have enjoyed the relationships that have been built within our Guadalupe County family and the countless outside organizations. Those relationships have been critical to the success of this county and I feel extremely fortunate to have been a part of such a life enriching organization.
I want to thank Seguin Gazette for keeping the Christmas tradition of printing the “Letters to Santa” from our students.
Thanks to our loyal customers and our wonderful sponsors, the Seguin Sunrise Lions Club experienced another most successful Christmas Tree sale. We would like to publicly thank our sponsors: At the Gold level, Guadalupe Regional Medical Center, NAPA Auto Parts of Seguin, and Campbell Floors; at the Silver Level, Diane Terp Realtor with Century 21/United-D&D and Aaron’s Rental; and at the Bronze level the First National Bank of Beeville, Alamo Industrials Group, American Bank of Texas, Kimberly A. Illhardt CPA, LLP, Moreno Construction, El Ranchito Restaurant, Ken’s Equipment, PAC GLOBAL, HEB, Tres Hewell Funeral Home, Advanced Concrete Restoration & Design, Tri-County A/C & Heating, Evelyn C. Arentz Property, and Siempre Sustainable Network.
My husband and I are blessed by the many people who help us. He used a wheelchair and I have a walker. As we travel around town many people step up to help us.
The biology professor told us freshman, we’re born dying. He got my attention with that remark, because I was 18-years-old, 10-feet tall and bullet-proof. Death, as a part of me was nonsense. Therefore, I thought him daft (or, at best, “just an old guy”.)
Although there has been an overabundance of national news coverage concerning the San Bernardino massacre, there has been a dearth of coverage and/or comments from our community. Therefore we render our thoughts on the matter.
Hope is critical to the fight against cancer. Whether it’s hope for a better treatment or just a better day, hope is what keeps most cancer patients going; it’s also what’s on the horizon on capitol hill when it comes to increased medical research funding. For the first time in a long time both sides of the aisle are moving toward substantially boosting the budgets of the National Institutes of Health and the National Cancer Institute.
Since my resignation as Seguin ISD Trustee and Vice President I have received an outpouring of prayers and good wishes for my ongoing battle with pancreatic cancer and would like to let everyone know how very much I appreciate the emails, cards, flowers, calls, etc. that I have received from so many of you with words of encouragement. My family has been taking wonderful care of me, especially my husband Chris, but all of the contact received beyond the walls of my home remind me that life goes on and that I want to get back to mine!
Each of us is only one degree from someone with cancer. We all know someone who’s battled this disease, and many of us have fought cancer ourselves. I traveled to Washington, D.C. recently to represent the voice of cancer survivors and patients in Congressional District 15. When I met with Roberto Sada, Legislative Assistant for Rep. Ruben Hinojosa, I explained to him that there is perhaps no better way for Congress to support the fight against cancer than by funding that fight.
Every November there are several programs on television on the Kennedys and the 1963 assassination of President Kennedy. Last year the Reelz channel presented a new program called “JFK — the Smoking Gun” that may have solved the mystery. (That program is being shown several times this month). Their theory is that the fatal shot was a hollow bullet from a AR-15 assault rifle that a Secret Service agent accidentally discharged. He was in the car behind the Presidential car in the motorcade with other Secret Service agents. The third car had Senator Ralph Yarbourgh, LBJ and other state officials.
When a ring’s inscription was read, Wilbur became a dog in the movie “The Shaggy D.A.” I don’t assume the form of a dog upon an utterance, but I see some similarities. I wrote about a house-sitting job where one of the dogs reminded me how I try God’s patience. Well, it happened again. This time each dog could portray me. I’m not as extroverted (or “yippie”) as one, but she was certainly as oblivious as I. We’re both happy and content to bop along. Then, there was the male dog. When I left for the day, he was either to go outside, or go in his cage. Once he didn’t follow me out the door. (Often, I, too, don’t follow my master — i.e., God). I told the dog I was giving him the better option of this two choices. After all, I’d rather go outside than be in a cage. (God has urged me to take the better way as well). Finally, the dog just laid down! I’m to have “dominion over the animals,” so I simply scooted him across the floor and out the door. (God ultimately gets His message to me, too). Later, both dogs quietly sat at the door waiting for me to let them inside. It was then, however, they reminded me of God. When I was a “tweenager” (preteen), I learned a song picturing God at my heart’s door. I felt Him yearning when the words were softly sung: “Time after time He has waited…to see if you’re willing to open the door. Oh, how He wants to come in.”
On Sunday, Nov. 8, as I was returning to school in Galveston, I was in a car accident off of Alt. 90 near Belmont.
“Where’s Waldo?” He’s found in numerous places on just one page. It’s a surprise where he’s found. It’s equally surprising where God is found. Church, the Bible, hymns are always easy picks. Hymns, though, are not the only ones in the musical venue for God. There are other musical numbers that evoke God (at least for me). That doesn’t mean Broadway like “Jesus Christ Superstar.” It doesn’t even mean camp songs or contemporary Christian music either. Country music might allude to God at times, but that’s till not where I heard God. It was old rock songs that spoke from the radio as I pushed buttons.
We attended the Pontiac Classic Car show (Saturday) and it was outstanding.
Shortly after moving to Seguin in 2000, we were entertaining my cousin and her husband from California at one of the local restaurants. I was telling them the story of Juan Seguin leaving the Alamo to persuade Gen. Sam Houston to take reinforcements to the mission to save it and how Houston said no and would not let him go back. I told them that he later fought in the battle of San Jacinto that decided the final outcome for Texas independence. I was about finished with my story when a man appeared at our table and politely said that he overheard our conversation and that he wanted to add some information that I left out. After several minutes we all felt that we had a new friend in Seguin, and were appreciative of his story of the founding of the city of Seguin.
On Wednesday (9/16/2015) I read my paper. As a citizen of this community and one educated in Seguin schools, I am writing to thank you for publishing the column written by Whitney R. Bischoff titled “SISD Trustee’s column heavy on rhetoric, lacking substance.”
Just another example of the wonderful people we have here in Seguin. On Friday, Sept. 18, my husband arrived at Well-Med for his doctor’s appointment, accompanied by our little Chihuahua, “Miles.” At approximately 9:30 a.m., I received a call from Mr. Jerry Rutledge. Mr. Rutledge had found Miles in the Walmart parking lot.
Pause for a moment before referring to the Seguin ISD School Board Members as “arrogant.” Smug might be more appropriate.
House-sitting reminds me of God. The obvious reason, of course, is because I’m also taking care of (however badly) His house (my body and soul). Recently though, something else stirred my thoughts that way.
We have observed that the Seguin Gazette has taken a sharp left turn off the main highway of “balanced coverage” on the political scene.
“Reach out and touch someone.” That may be a slogan a phone company no longer says, but I still hear God saying it. There are a myriad of ways to accomplish that. My presence, smile or money are some ways. Maybe I can do all three at the same time — like at the benefit for Johnny Kinsather. Dusty Springfield once crooned, “The only one who could ever reach me, was the son of a preacher man.” Since Johnny told me he was the son of a preacher man, I always sang that to him. The benefit now gives me the opportunity to reach out and touch Johnny and God. That happens by heeding God’s directive and touching Johnny’s family. I haven’t a clue who they are, but it doesn’t matter. God doesn’t require me to get name, rank and social security number of those with whom I reach out and touch. Indeed, He didn’t. (To this day, I always think of an anonymous donor I had 20 years ago! Nice matters.)
I am writing about the SUV wreck on IH-10 5:30 p.m. Sunday (Aug. 16). If at all possible, I would like to thank the medics and nurse on scene.
Reading Mr. (George) Rodriguez’s (Aug. 7) editorial helped me see more clearly what was possibly behind the reason the current voter ID laws were put in place. Nevermind that he shows his hypocrisy in almost a single breath by saying challenges to the laws are about playing the politics of fear, then states that this will result in your vote “becoming meaningless,” “facilitating voter fraud and manipulating elections.” It is well established that these laws were enacted as a solution in search of a problem, with voter ID fraud prosecution in the inconsequential level. This fraud must be prevented, of course, but those who are eligible to vote should not have unnecessary obstacles before them. We already have such a dismal record of participation in our elections.
From the inlaid tin ceiling accents, to the deco inspired chairs, every detail was well thought out. High end accents with a nod to the past offer an inviting venue for one and all.
In this week’s version of Sen. Cornyn’s weekly email to constituents he makes some spurious claims about Pres. Obama’s new EPA regulations and energy costs; especially how they will affect Texans. If anything the new regulations will hasten the switch from coal to natural gas for electricity generation which will improve the Texas job outlook.
A long list of “thank yous”