Although new to Tyler, it seems to me the city beats with a charitable heart, and a giving concern, and I am delighted to be part of it.
CONGRATS TO BELLES
I had the distinct pleasure on Thanksgiving Day to view the REL Southern Belles performance in the McDonalds Thanksgiving Day parade in Chicago. The Southern Belles, led by Director Sara Nash, Assistant Director Christina Snider, and Southern Belle Captain Kelsey Wylie, represented Tyler, Texas and REL High School in true Texas fashion. It was an absolutely flawless performance by this professional and talented group of young women. This event was televised nationally on WGN TV. I have never been more proud to live in Tyler, Texas as on this past Thanksgiving Day. Well done to Sara Nash for leading this group of young women and representing Tyler and REL High School with their outstanding performance.
John F. Callahan Jr.
THIEVES AT WORK
I don't know why we can't have the security of having a package delivered and dropped off literally inches from my front door. I am beside myself. My son is graduating soon and now I have to reorder everything.
The thieves must have been very disappointed to see a box of announcements. Please return them. No questions asked.
Ron and Jane Pate
I have for more than seven years asked post office officials to not have their employees or their postal trucks take those seven customer parking spots. At one time, I had a postal supervisor tell me they had no customers. At that time, postal customers picked up their mail at this location. I reminded the supervisor that he did have customers. That supervisor was parking in front of the post office.
A year ago, I ask the landlord to post “customers only” parking signs — which I offered to pay to have installed. The landlord had the signs installed (he paid) but the problem continues. As a small business owner and a private citizen, I am mystified as to why the post office can't live by a simple business practice: Customers come first.
Rega of Paris Home
My sisters and our families did not realize at that time that it would be our last Christmas with our daddy. Their home was filled with so much love, fun and Christmas spirit; it was overwhelming. The tree was up, and lights were shining bright outside on the 12 inches of new snow.
Christmas Eve day was spent outside with everyone romping and playing in the snow with lots of snowball fights. Our husbands built the biggest, jolliest snowman I had ever seen. (I am from the Panhandle of Texas, so I had seen lots of snowfall during the Christmas holidays.)
Christmas Day, we all joined hands around the dinner table, and our daddy said a most inspiring prayer. I remember the tears ran down our cheeks and his. It was like Christmas Day was filled with everyone sharing memories and good times that we had together in the past with our mother and daddy.
I really believe my daddy knew it would be his last Christmas with his family. He passed away one month later. It is a Christmas I remember at this time every year.