The Lindale Times (Lindale, Tex.), Vol. 3, No. 1, Ed. 1 Thursday, August 26, 1993 Page: 2 of 12
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fcAOn My Mind
The Times turns two!
The Lindale Times celebrated
its second birthday this month,
and we are immensely proud of
the response we have received
from our community, our subscrib-
ers, and all of our advertisers. Its
first and second year, The Times
was the fastest growing weekly
newspaper in Texas, and we are
continuing to grow.
We thank all of you who call
us, write us, and stop by to tell you
how much you enjoy our paper.
Jewell Cunningham of Lindale
called and told us she has just
started her second Times' scrap-
book. We thank you for your call
and interest, Mrs. Cunningham.
Billy Gault of Austin wrote us
last week and stated, "I love your
paper. I look forward to it every
week."
Frank Hall writes us periodi-
cally from New York to compli-
ment us and tell us to keep up the
good work.
Many of you come by for extra
copies of the paper, back copies,
and to buy pictures that we have
taken and run in the paper.
We thank all of you who drop
by with your own photos and sto-
ries of weddings, graduation, and
other news of your friends and
family.
We have callers who clip and
save "The Cook of The Times"
plus they come in and pick up
extra copies to send friends; also
they volunteer names of people
who would be good candidates for
the cook column.
Our history column, "Lindale:
the City and its History," has re-
ceived rave reviews, and we thank
you for your interest and appreci-
ate those of you who have helped
contribute to it.
We are pleased and proud to
have been accepted as a member
of Texas Press Association. We
will be submitting entries from
our paper for the various award
categories TPA recognizes each
year.
Our staff makes every effort to
cover many community events,
and we appreci ate our readers who
make a valuable contribution by
helping our staff know more about
what is happening in Lindale and
Hide-A-Way Lake.
As we begin our third year, we
want to continue to hear from you
and know that we are producing a
hometown paper that our public
reads and enjoys.
Football fans, if you think
Lindale is not in a tough district,
one state poll placed three
schools in our district in the top 20
teams for 1993—Carthage,
Henderson, and Kilgore.
With the coaching staff we have
and the heart and character of our
players, we know that the Lindale
Eagles are always competitive and
will make us proud. And, by the
way, our band always wins the
halftime show!
Here comes a pet peeve that I'm
sure many of you share with me.
Today I saw a Lindale resident
park in a handicap parking spot,
and the two occupants very ably
walked into a store. The driver did
hang a handicap card from the
rearview mirror —to ward off a
parking violation ticket?
The handicapped have enough
difficulty in this world as it is for
the able-bodied to hinder them in
any way, so let's all abide by the
law and walk a few extra steps
from a parking spot further away—
and offer a prayer of thanks to the
good Lord for our health. Your
conscience should be your guide
as well.
Readin’
& Writin’
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Happy birthday, Mother Teresa
On the front page of the Tyler
Morning Telegraph just this Tuesday
are stories about two Detroit police
officers found guilty of beating a man
to death, Nicaraguan rebels free hos-
tages, six U.S. soldiers injured in
Somalia, Tyler parks declared drug-
free and the genocide in Bosnia-Her-
cegovina continues.
Meanwhile, a Tyler family offers
a$10,000award for information lead-
ing to the arrest of the individual
responsible for the abduction andrape
of their three-year-old child while
she slept in the place where she should
have been the safest- her own home.
A lot of these problems could be
minimized if young people had good
role models. Read Rusty Mitchum's
story of his boyhood hero. We all had
heroes we emulated.
While I don't necessarily advocate
swinging on grapevines, Tarzan stood
for good winning out over evil every
time, and that was the message we
kids of that generation got.
One of my heroines and role mod-
els is Mother Teresa who celebrates
her 83rd birthday this Friday.
What is so notable about this
woman is her seemingly tireless and
selfless energy and determination to
help the poor.
She was bom in Yugoslavia in
1910 to Albanian parents. Her father
was a grocer, and from this environ-
ment, a young Roman Catholic nun
becomes one of the most inspirational
people of our time.
Mother Teresa's first mission was
in Calcutta, India, in 1949. She has
been giving herself, at the expense of
her health, to the poorest of the poor
since then.
Mother Teresa has established over
80 missions around the world and
founded her own order, the Mission-
aries of Charity.
In 1979, she received the Nobel
Peace Prize and has won numerous
other international awards and hon-
ors.
Despite the heart attack that al-
most killed her in 1989 and her cur-
rent hospitalization with malaria, she
continues her mission.
I propose, just for one day, follow-
ing the example and model of Mother
Teresa.
Fewer mangled bodies pulled out
of car wrecks on our highways be-
cause of drunk drivers.
No more battered women or abused
children because someone learned
how to control his temper.
No more murders, burglaries or
assaults because bad guys learned
how to keep their hands and guns to
themselves.
Chief Bolton and Constable Tay-
lor would find their work loads cut at
least in half and their jobs more en-
joyable if they didn't have to take
crime reports or attend to the needs of
crime victims. And I bet they wouldn't
care one bit.
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While we wish Mother Teresa a
happy birthday, let’s remember what
she symbolizes and try to provide the
good examples of role models our
children need to become productive
and successful adults.
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ANITA SHEPPARD
Editor/Publisher
LOREN BLACKBURN
Sports Director
JANNA CASSTEVENS
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Reporter
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Salute of the Week
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BUTCH ALMANY
The Lindale Times "Salute of the Week" goes to Lindale High School's
Butch Almany who is relinquishing his duties as the LHS head band
director to Jim Young. Butch has served 18 successful years as director
of consecutive years of sweepstakes and award-winning bands, a leader
who has given unselfishly of his time and energy to bring out the best in
the young performers. He has left them with an impression and work
ethic that will last a lifetime. Best of luck, Butch, in your new post of fine
arts director for LISD.
[ Life and Times... J
My heroes have always been ape men
If you ever have a chance to meet
your heroes, take my advice: don’t.
This is from someone who knows.
When I was growing up, I had
hundreds of heroes- Roy Rogers,
Sky King, the Lone Ranger and any
other character who happened to be
on Saturday morning TV. But my
favorite of all was Tarzan. Not just
any Tarzan, but Johnny Wiesmuller’ s
Tarzan. Johnny was the only accept-
able Tarzan, just like Sean Connery is
the only acceptable James Bond. All
of the other Tarzans were okay, but
most of them seemed a little too so-
phisticated to have been raised by
apes.
One day my cousin Coy, my child-
hood compadre, ran into my yard and
started hollering. My mom was wash-
ing dishes at the time and looked out
of the window.
“What’s all thatracket?” sheasked.
“Oh, that’s just Coy,” I said.
“ What’s he yelling about? It sounds
like a dog caught in the electric fence.”
“That’s his Tarzan yell,” I replied.
“He’s telling me to come outside.”
“Well, go on out there before we
have a herd of elephants stampeding
into our yard.”
I hit the screen door while answer-
ing Coy with my own Tarzan yell.
“Umgowah,” I said.
“Do what?” asked Coy.
“Never mind. What’s up?”
“Guess who’s going to be at Mon-
key Ward's Saturday?”
“I give up. Who?”
“Tarzan!”
“Right”
“I’m serious. Daddy read it in the
paper.”
“Which Tarzan?” I asked
“Johnny Wiessmuller.”
“Are you kidding?”
“Nope.”
“Come on. Let’s find my dad.”
We ran down to my dad’s shop.
“Hey, Daddy!” I yelled. “Can you
take me and Coy to Monkey Ward's
Saturday?”
“You mean, Coy and I,” he cor-
rected.
“Well, I want to go, too.”
“Never mind,” he said. “What do
you want to go for?”
‘ ‘Tarzan ’ s going to be there. Johnny
Wiessmuller’s Tarzan.”
“No kidding. I used to watch him
when I was a kid.” This statement
should have been a clue to us but it
passed right by.
“Sure,” Dad said, “I’ll take you.”
“Great. Can we take our hunting
knives to show him?” I asked.
“Uh, no, better not. That place is
probably too civilized for knives.
Better leave’em home.”
I thought Saturday would never
come, but, like Christmas, it finally
did. When we arrived at Ward's, there
was a crowd of kids standing outside
waiting to see Johnny. Coy and I ran
to join them. The whole line of boys
(no girls) was buzzing with Tarzan
trivia. Whether or not it was really
Tarzan jumping off of the bridge in
“Tarzan’s New York Adventure”
nearly started a fight between some
burr-headed kid and me. Luckily
Coy was there to back me up or I
probably would have gotten the tar
kicked out of me.
As the line wound around, I got a
glimpse of someone sitting at a table
signing pictures.
“Hey Coy,” I said. “Who’s the old
geezer in the safari suit?”
“Beats me.”
About then my dad walked up. He
had been over in the tool department.
“Johnny has kind of aged a little,
hasn’t he?” he said.
“Idon’tknow,”Ireplied. “Ihaven’t
seen him yet.”
“That’s him right there signing
autographs,” he said.
Simultaneously Coy and I looked
at each other, then back at my dad.
“The old guy?”
“Yep, that’s him.”
I felt like someone had pulled my
big toe off and all my insides were
draining out. t
“What happened to him?” I asked.
“He got old, boy,” my dad an-
swered. “He made those movies back
in the early thirties and forties. That
was thirty years ago.”
“You mean he doesn’t make mov-
ies now?” asked Coy.
“Nope. Not anymore.”
As the line moved slowly along it
became our turn to get our auto-
graphed picture.
“Hello there young man,” Johnny
said. He no longer spoke in broken
English.
“Umgowah,” I smiled.
“Do what?” he asked.
“Never mind,” I replied. “I’m
Rusty and this is my cousin Coy.” He
shook our hands.
“Glad to meet’cha,” he said and
handed us an 8X10 glossy of himself
in his “Jungle Jim” safari suit.
“You don’t have any of you as
Tarzan, do you?”
“I’m afraid not,” he replied.
“Well, could you give us a Tarzan
yell?” I asked.
“I’ll try,” he said. He stood,cupped
his hand to his mouth and out came
some kind of noise I thought he was
just clearing his throat, but then he
quit and asked, “How was that?”
Coy and I smiled and both said,
“Great,” and left.
As we were walking back to the
car, Coy broke the silence.
“Hey, I heard that Sky King is
coming to town. Do you want to see
if we can go see him?”
I thought for a moment. “Naw, I
don’t think so.”
(Editor's Note: Rusty and his wife
Janet reside at New Harmony with
children Michelle, 16, a student at
Lindale High, and Raybum, 13, a
student at Lindale Junior High.
Rusty is the general manager of a
wholesale sporting goods business
in Tyler. The family attends New
Harmony Baptist Church. Writing
is a hobby of his; an associate
member of the Texas Outdoor
Writers Association, he has written
for the Tyler Courier- Times-
Telegraph, the TJC Touchstone
literary magazine, and more.)
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