To the editor,

What has happened to the Texas Historical Commission’s marker that was at the corner of Clinton and Vanderbilt streets? This marker, absent for more than two years, was placed by the commission in 1978 providing protection for the streets that were laid in 1929 with bricks made by Thurber Construction Company. There are less than 10 percent of the original brick streets left in town and with

construction of the new drainage system from the intersection of Washington and North Clinton, an additional three blocks of these brick streets have been lost.  This area, due to its historical designation, is to have the streets maintained in their “original state” by the city. Simply by removing the sign does not remove the designation. The city and its contractors have failed in the past to put the bricks back and opted for a quick patch when sewer lines were repaired.  Let us hope that the city and its contractors remember the history and importance of these streets and put the bricks and the marker back.

Todd Oneth

Stephenville

To the editor,

Eternal Father, Strong to save,

Whose arm hath bound the restless wave,

Who bid’st the mighty Ocean deep

Its own appointed limits keep;

O hear us when we cry to thee, for those in peril on the sea.

 O Christ! Whose voice the waters heard

And hushed their raging at Thy word,

Who walked’st on the foaming deep, and calm amidst its rage didst sleep;

Oh hear us when we cry to Thee

For those in peril on the sea!

 Most Holy spirit! Who didst brood

Upon the chaos dark and rude,

And bid its angry tumult cease,

And give, for wild confusion, peace;

Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee

For those in peril on the sea!

 O Trinity of love and power!

Our brethren shield in danger’s hour;

From rock and tempest, fire and foe,

Protect them wheresoe’er they go;

Thus evermore shall rise to Thee,

Glad hymns of praise from land and sea.

 For nearly three years every Sunday in chapel, this song reminded me that although things were not as I would like for them to be, some of my fellow sailors were risking their lives on ships in dangerous waters. The thought came to me that while we who are safe at home complain about our president and conditions at home, our men and women are daily risking their lives fighting to end wars. These men and women are not worried about stocks and bonds or the price of tobacco, but they have to be constantly on the alert that they and their fellow fighters will not only come through the battles alive, but victorious. May this nation unite together.

Luther Butler

Stephenville