Sandi’s Country Fried News

Please lift the following people up in your prayers: William Fink,  Joe Gary Kotwig, Sandi Gandre, Mary Be Arnold, Bill Lott, Jack Finch,  Pam Mc Kee, Harold Willmann, Sara Roecker,  Joy Maynor and Laddie; Vida Tindle, Melda,  Aunt Betty Gandre, Anna Lindemann, Pam, Amber, Ryan, Shirley Dozier, Gaston and Ophelia Thurmond, Britt Hindman, Sean Weda, Scott Hindman, Susan Lowe Ward, Garrett Muelker, Henry Sepulveda, Clay Koepp, The Families of George Rossow, Gloria Grantham, Bisenta Rodriguez, Ruby Busch,Mrs. Ernest; Marilyn Byrd, our troops and their families, the tsunami and earthquake victims, the problems and unrest in Lybia,

Stanley Burris says that he is doing well and that he is back to do his normal things as mowing and keeping up with the Leesville Cemetery. Thanks for sending me the message Stanley by the way of a good friend.

Oh my goodness, I got new pictures from Shelley Hobbs of Jake. Jake weighs in at over 24 pounds. He is nine months old and still has only two bottom teeth in the front. He is eating a lot of food with those two front teeth. He is a handful for Mama at this point. That happy boy is crawling around everywhere.  Pappy Joe Kotwig went up and spent  part of the week with the Hobbs. They celebrated Shelley’s birthday and visited the Cameron Park Zoo in Waco. I bet that was a wonderful trip. Joe goes for his three year check up to M. D. Anderson in May. They ask that you keep him in your thoughts and prayers.

I don’t know what I would do without Florence Swoap keeping me straight.  She played for church last Sunday at Monthalia instead of Gladys Lindemann. It is the Gandre in her that makes her that way.

We had an enjoyable visit last week Thursday with Frances and Paul Allen in Seguin. It just so happened that we planned our visit to coincide with a visit from Kathleen and Sean Allen and then Shirley Bradley popped in to visit too. They have the most beautiful yellow rose bush blooming in their back yard. It is just solid blooms. We got talking about genealogy and we ended up with a diary of an Allen from Kingsbury.  I did not realize that they did so much shooting at each other after 1900. I had heard that Kingsbury was kind of a wild place, but I did not know it was this wild.

The wild hogs are a movin’ in. They are hunting water. The renters in on the house on the hill were looking out and here comes a black feral hog running around in the middle of the day. It came under the culvert, goes under the fence, comes up the road to the house and then makes a curve to the tank. It must have gotten a drink from there as it came back out and meandered around and then went back out the same way it came in and crossed under the culvert and went on down to the bottom side that goes toward the river. Shirley Bradley informed us that her husband and some “city” hog hunters were brewing up some kind of yucky fermented food for their hog traps with red jello. The smell was guaranteed to get the hogs into the traps. I certainly hope that it does something for the hogs because I think that it would send me off in the opposite direction.

We had a very enjoyable time at the Belmont Social Club Saturday night acting like a couple of teenagers listening to Wyatt Arp’s band Deep Water. I enjoyed getting my requests played.  House of the Rising Sun is so beautiful as is Waltz Across Texas and Tennessee Waltz. Lloyd Waxler was playing a six string bass.  Oh goodness he could play that thing and it is miracle that he could play at all. He suffered an aneurysm in his brain and they said he would never play the guitar again. His dad took him a guitar in the hospital and somehow he and God worked it out. Lloyd also plays lead guitar. They play at Martinez and at the Senior Center in Seguin as the Shadows of South Texas. I think that they will be playing there one Friday in April.

I hear that Joyce Soefje had some good catfish at Belmont on Friday night. I missed out on wishing Willie Soefje a Happy Birthday. I did not realize that he and Joyce had a birthday all in one week.

That Itsy Bitsy is in one heap of trouble with the Will. He had the audacity to go and turn Will’s soda over just after he had poured a new glass full of Dr. Pepper on ice. Then I had put my towel over the loft to dry and here comes Itsy and knocks it on my head while I am indisposed. That is Itsy’s favorite thing to do. Finally Itsy will stick his head over the side of the door facing and look down at me with most innocent look. Then he instantly pops his head back up like “Oh, I am not guilty of anything like that.”  That Itsy must really be wanting to get a bad bawling out. He is trying to get into trouble with Squeaky and that is a terrible “No, No.” Running around the corner with that big fluffy tail flying in the air and landing right in Squeaky’s face is just plain stupid.

Have a good week, and God Bless.