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To the Editor:
Hi, Sue. After you wrote such a good fishhook column in the May Gazette, I really looked and found it, finally, in the April issue. Defeat isn't in my vocabulary. And I found May's fishhook on page 8 in a leaf. Another lady called me and asked if I found it and I said yes and that it was on page 8.
All my family is fine, which is great. I have them spread quite around. Mafalda, who is in Portugal, just had her tonsils and adenoids out and is doing fine. The rest are all healthy. Also, the ones who need to work have jobs. Matthew isn't satisfied with his and keeps looking for the one he wants. He's in California and a long way off.
Have a good one.
Ardes Koehnen
Victoria, Minnesota
To the Editor:
Thanks for your work on my ad this month. I must have missed the mistake on our website address. It should read www.rosiestuxedos.com. Thanks.
Michelle Honebrink
Waconia, Minnesota
To the Editor:
Thanks for sending me the Victoria Gazette. Our ad looks so fabulous that we want to run it again in the June issue. Please let me know if you have any ques-tions. Thanks.
Crystal Dvorak
Holiday Stationstores
To the Editor:
My name is Mark Carter and I saw in your online Album a picture of a friend of mine, Mark Quern, from school in Santa Barbara, California, back in the '80's. He apparently attended a Spirit of Fire function at Holy Family Catholic High School in Victoria. I've been looking to get in touch with him for years. Can you give him my email address or phone number? I truly appreciate it.
Sincerely,
MCarterRUSH@aol.com
To the Editor:
Hi, Sue. In your May edition of the Gazette, with the heading "Flowers of the Rarest," you have provided a keepsake for many a Victorian. You are a very gifted person and I know your readers will in-clude you in their "flowers of the rarest."
Ovid Northrop
Victoria, Minnesota
To the Editor:
Thank you for your interesting story in the April Gazette, about the truck trip to Hutchinson. Yes, there are angels. They watched over me for seven hours of back surgery. It was Christmas Eve, 2004, an emergency. I could have been paralyzed for the rest of my life. The Sisters of St. Paul's monastery and my relatives prayed. Christmas morning, when I woke up after surgery, a doctor asked me to move my toes and, of course, God was good. The toes moved and the word I heard was "awesome." I wasn't paralyzed. The doctors are telling my story at their national convention. People are calling it a miracle, by God's power. I can walk with a walker.
Thanks for your news and letters. God's blessings.
Sister Lois Hauwiller
St. Paul, Minnesota
To the Editor:
You do good work. Other papers should take lessons from you. My ad looked great. Thanks.
Shirley at V&S Jewelry
Mound, Minnesota
To the Editor:
Holy Spaghetti Sauce! A fishhook in the tomato leaf on page 8 in the May issue!
You April-fooled me many times over in the April Gazette. I looked at even 2 a.m. and 3 a.m. for whereabouts of the fishhook. No luck. Then in your May hook column, you write that it was hidden on a Gazette quill. I was surprised! I counted 31 Gazette quills in the April issue and finally found the fishhook a month later! I must be getting rusty in my old age of 40. I hear it all the time. "You're not 40!" No gray hair or crow's feet. Don't smoke or drink except a Fuzzy Navel. But I sure am. On July 24th, 1965, at 4 a.m. when Mom was 38 and already eight kids were elbow to elbow at the kitchen table, blowing off firecrackers, playing Beatles records on the old console stereo, delivering papers, and throw in some mischief. When I was in kindergarten it was the hippie look with peace signs and three of my seven brothers in pony tails watching Hogan's Heroes reruns and laughing like crazy. I'd come home from kindergarten at noon and watch Casey Jones. On Saturday mornings I'd have a bowl of Captain Crunch and watch Fat Albert, Scooby Do, and the Jetsons. Sometimes there was wild mischief at Grandma Meuwissen's, where Auburn Manor in Chaska now is, right next to Talheim Apartments. I cruise around here in my motorized wheelchair. Yep, I got a new "car," a red one. And I can just remember how Grandma's neighborhood was when I was a kid. How it has changed in the last 40 years!
Kay Meuwissen
Chaska, Minnesota
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