This is a wonderful place to live, in my opinion. People who live here for any length of time and are respected by the community are the type of folks that know how to work, have loyalty to their employer and their family and their community, aren’t impressed by folks who cheat on their taxes or cheat on their spouses but don’t judge them for it if they slip up and do, we have many people who commit to community service whether it is at church, at the school, downtown, or at the homeless shelter.
We have a wonderful Lions Club and a Rotary Club and they get along just fine, thank you, and will admit the other club does a great job, too. We admire the ones who are in the Guymon Community Theater for their artistic skills even though we know we weren’t blessed with them. In the same vein, we love the Pioneer Day Rodeo committee for the very same reasons.
Here in Guymon, Main Street Guymon and the Chamber of Commerce are good partners. We know what the other does for the community and we love them for it. We work together because it’s smarter to work together and get more done.
When someone is sick, there are places to go in the community for help like Catholic Charities and Panhandle Partners. When someone needs food, there is Loaves and Fishes, handled by an amazing group of volunteers.
This is a wonderful community to live in. Be part of the wonderful. Choose a place for you, for you and your family, for you and your friends, to help make a difference. We are wonderful, certainly not because we have beautiful lakes and beaches, but because the people who live here choose to make it that way.
Call me if you’re wondering how to get involved. Having that conversation would be great. The number here at Main
Street Guymon is 580-338-6246.
I would love to have everyone who calls become an individual member of Main Street Guymon ($50 a year) or a business member ($200) a year. But, alas, I promise not to be totaling self-serving and to help you find the best match for you.
There is one thing that always needs cleared up, though. Main Street Guymon has as one of its priorities in the mission to work on the revitalization of Main Street’s historical district. But this doesn’t mean that we are limited to this, our board knows that Main Street means all those who are on Main Street, shopping, working, going to City Hall … so Main Street is for everyone. That means you can go ahead and call.
Go forth and be wonderful!
See you on the bricks.
Did you know that sending flowers used to be a way of sending messages? That specific flowers meant specific things? And according to geography, this can change a bit, but basically, they’re pretty spot on. It is called the Language of Flowers.
Ambrosia means your love is reciprocated.
Begonia is to beware.
If you want to tell someone that you reject their love, send them a bouquet of withered flowers.
Cactus is for endurance.
A pink Camellia is to say your longing for them. A red one is that they’re a flame in your heart. And a white one is saying that you think they’re adorable.
Pink carnations say that I’ll never forget you; red carnations are for admiration; a solid color carnation is for yes; a striped is for no; and a yellow carnation means you’re disappointed in them.
A red mum say you love them; a white one is for truth; and a yellow is for slighted love. Wish I had known that before I picked my wedding flowers.
Daisies are for innocence.
Ferns mean fascination.
A gardenia signifies that you think someone is lovely.
A geranium is for stupidity.
Purple hyacinth is an apology; white hyacinth says you’ll pray for them; and a yellow one is for jealousy.
An iris signifies a cherished friendship.
A pink larkspur is for fickleness.
Calla lily is beauty; day lily is coquetry; orange lily is hate; and the tiger lily is pride and wealth.
A marigold is cruelty.
Monkshood stands for beware.
Oleander is caution.
Mock orange is deceit.
Peony is shame.
Petunia is anger.
The dark crimson rose is mourning; the dark pink rose is thankfulness; lavender rose is enchantment; orange rose for fascination; pale peach rose for modesty; pale pine one for joy; red rose for love and respect; a single rose in full bloom says I love you; a tea rose means I’ll remember you always, a yellow rose is friendship.
Snapdragons are for deception.
A red tulip says to believe me.
A violet is for modesty.
This is interesting, but the fact is that few speak this language anymore. So you would probably have to have something to interpret … like a little card with the flowers. Yep, that explains a lot now. And now that I think about what messages I was sending out at my wedding, it’s all starting to make sense.
Just a lot of geraniums going around is all I can say.
Happenings you might want to put on your calendar:
- Pioneer Day Draw Down is Jan. 26 and the cost is $50 per person. You have a chance to win $3,500 and this is a fund raiser for Pioneer Days.
- Diabetic Support Group meets Jan. 28 at the Heritage Assisted Living, 501 NE 15th Street.
- Family Game Night at the Library is Jan. 29 from 5 to 7 pm.
- Eggs and Issues happens on Feb. 1 at 7 am in the Ambassador meeting room.
- There are some great things happening. Go on out and join in!
See you on the bricks!
So many people want to be important, to have power, and they manipulate and aggressively seek this elusive concept. True power is influence. Having influence comes from listening, working to understand, and help others. Those will small egos usually much more influence and power than those with large egos.
Recently this meme came up on facebook and it makes a lot of sense. “Be good to people. You will be remembered more for your kindness than any level of success you could possibly attain.”
Who is someone you will never forget? Mine is my Granny Grantham.
My Granny Grantham, or maybe my memory of her (which may or may not be very accurate since I was nine years old when she died) is the person I will always try to live up to. I loved her so much. She was the person I always felt loved by, although would chastise me in a kind way when needed.
When she died there was a true empty place in our lives. She held the Grantham clan together. They pulled together after she died, but it was never the same again without her.
True influence is what my Granny had. She instilled love and loyalty. She held to her beliefs and was true to herself. Her strength gave us strength. Her character and search for adventure (she homesteaded to Two Buttes, Colorado, as a single woman, leaving Indiana on her quest with one of her brothers) were always amazing, almost mythical.
She loved us and we knew it. Not by words or by dramatic physical demonstrations, but by her consistency, her stability and her eyes. I felt like I was her favorite grandchild (of 37 – eventually 38 grandchildren she had), as did my cousin Larry. What a great gift to give us!
It wasn’t unconditional. She had expectations. She expected me to do my school work, to learn, to be a good person. She read to me. She kept a puzzle at her house and I did it over and over again. One puzzle. It was enough. Every time I finished it she told me how I did it better than anyone else. She made me feel special by completing a project I enjoyed. She was teaching me a true part of being successful.
How much of what I remember is true and how much is my mind making it up, I don’t know. But there has been no tie in my life that I have not missed Granny Grantham. Few years go by that I don’t cry because I miss her at some moment. I cry because I think she might be disappointed in me for something I’ve done, or I cry because I wish she was there to share a moment. Whatever, I know she would have still loved me through all of it.
It has always been my hope to someday have that same positive influence. Maybe Granny is more impactful on my life because she did die when I was so young. Maybe not. I just know my Granny Grantham is my hero, always has been, and who she is to me has helped shape the person that I am.
If you have a goal of leaving a legacy, work to be the legacy. Strive to have influence and use it in ways that help your family, your friends, your neighbors, your community, and the world.
An old lady in Oslo once said, “I just always tried to do the right thing.” There is so much wisdom in that statement.
Last month Brown and Associates staff and The Willows folks got together and worked to carry on some Christmas traditions that they enjoy. They got together with some others, had soup and went caroling in that bitter cold. Singing Christmas carols at the Heritage Community, the nursing home, and the hospital they not only brought joy to people’s lives, they brought joy to their own. They made a memory. I’m sure it could have been done better, I am sure they could have done all sorts of things differently … but that doesn’t matter. What matters is that they did it.
Let’s all work to do something good.
See you on the bricks!
How you holding up with the aftermath of this storm? Personally, I found it fabulous and wonderful. An excuse to hole up in my house for seven days. The world was happy to get a break from me, too.
Couldn’t open my back door and the front sidewalk had knee – deep snow. Good reason to stay in the house. My water was off for a bit, but electricity stayed on. So, it seemed more of a cold vacation than anything.
My son came and shoveled for over two hours so that my sidewalks were clear, and he went and bought me a lot of groceries. I really took advantage of him and he didn’t seem to mind. I love that boy (he’s 38 years old) for helping me so much!
Sitting in my chair, reading, on New Years Eve at 4:45 I heard a funny sound in the kitchen. I got up and saw water dripping from the door in front of the water heater. I called my son – in – law, Cody. He came over and was the hero of my day. Got it fixed and, thank goodness, the Texhoma store owner opened back up so that Cody could get the part (I love small towns). Little vacation hiccup but think about it, it was great that I was home when it happened or it could have been a real mess.
On January 2 it was time to face the snow and ice and get to work. My back door still won’t open (ice keeping it from opening), so I head out the front door and hike around the house and back to my detached garage that opens into the alley. Garage door goes up fine … I was sort of hoping it would be frozen shut, but, alas, it was working fine. I back out the garage (where Lucas had also shoveled) and look at the drift I need to go through to get to the alley and the street. I give it a good run and … STOP. Stuck. Try to rock the car and that’s not working at all.
I find the shovel and start to shovel. Here is the point I admit socks would have been a good choice, but that wasn’t me and we have to live with our choices. Shoveled some more and then was able to back the vehicle up. Why did I think I could still get through that drift?
Wrong. Stuck again, only this time stuck and I can’t even open my car door because it is so deep. Bad idea. I should have tried to back all the way out, but I am really not very good driving going forward, so in reverse isn’t usually a good option.
Super Cody to the rescue once again. I finally opened the office door at 10:30 in the morning. Took awhile! Vacation over.
And I know that while I was taking my wonderful little cold vacation and putting puzzles together, reading books (oh, it was heaven), quilting while watching movies, getting my taxes itemized, cleaning out files and a closet, there were people out there stuck in the snow, stopped on the highway, others pulling people out of the snow and helping stranded folks. There were those who did make it in to their business and kept it open through all this. I commend each and every one of them. Those whose jobs are thankless and fixing all the storm – caused problems (electric guys, street and highway people, all of them) and those who were doing it because they’re just nice folks (like Cody) … to each of you, THANK YOU. I pray blessings on each of every one of you and your families for the good work that you did.
And those who complained and griped about people during this time … shame on you. The post office can’t get the mail when the highways are closed … get real. Why are you frantic about your mail when most of our world has halted, anyway? For those of you who are complaining about the streets, grab a flipping shovel and get to work. Shut up from the complaining because you’re just using oxygen that nice people could need.
It seems to me that we’re judged by the same standard that we judge others. That makes me be nicer than I really am. Because I know how many times I make mistakes and I don’t want people calling the dogs out on me when I know that I really didn’t mean to do something wrong. So, you gripers and complainers, be ready. You’re going to mess up sometime and you better expect all those who you’ve bad mouthed to be grinning. And they won’t grab a shovel for those who wouldn’t hold one for them.
Whoops, those last two paragraphs sounded a lot like complaining, didn’t they? I better hush on that topic.
Did you know the reason you should put the snow in the middle of the street rather than to the side? If you pile the snow where the water as the snow melts needs to drain, then you’re just causing a lake. Just thought some of you needed to understand that little tidbit. But, hey, we’ll take a lake. We needed the moisture, for sure!
Hope you all fared well and are looking at 2019 as a wonderful opportunity to make some great changes in your life. Be a nice neighbor is a good thing to put on our lists.
This little bit was posted on facebook and it’s worth repeating: “If you want 2019 to be your year, don’t sit on the couch and wait for it. Go out. Make a change. Smile more. Be excited. Do new things. Throw away what you’ve been cluttering. Unfollow negative people on social media. Go to bed early. Wake up early. Be fierce. Don’t gossip. Show more gratitude. Do things that challenge you. Be brave.”
We can all be better people this year. Let’s work on it.
See you on the bricks!