Remember good times more than bad

By Lynn Moncus

As we approach 2010, we automatically look back at 2009 to see both the happy and the unhappy times. Although we lost friends and relatives, we gained new experiences and pleasant occasions. Unfortunately, we tend to remember the unhappy times throughout our lives, but we should also dwell on many of the pleasant experiences in order to help us remain in balance.

As you have gathered through the years, this woman from lma enjoys meeting people from the past and becoming reacquainted with them. We may no longer gather on Main Street to meet our friends and neighbors, but many of us gather in the restaurants on Route 66 Blvd. to do a lot of visiting. My main stopping place in the afternoon is Del’s Restaurant, and frequently, I run into people there whom I haven’t seen in years.

For instance, a few weeks ago, a family came in, sat down, and began talking to a server. My ears perked up when I heard someone ask about a happening here in 1948 and then to mention something about having lived here. Finally, the young member of the family walked toward the cashier’s station and began to talk. Of course, I couldn’t keep mouth closed and had to ask what her name was. She said her father’s name was Bernard Goodman, and that was all I heard before heading to the table to become reacquainted with one of the first people I met when we moved into the courthouse in 1939. He lived across the street with his parents, Mr. and Mrs. Joe Goodman, owners of Goodmans Grocery on Main Street.

Bernard was a bit shocked to be accosted by a seemingly total stranger, but maintained his poise once he heard my name. We then began to talk about the past and had his wife and daughter wondering what kind of people Bernard had grown up with in this little town.

We continued our visit the next morning at Kix’s on 66 and had a wonderful time recalling much history. I don’t think Bernard had known that my father’s first job in Tucumcari was at the store then owned by his grandfather. Dad was a stock boy there for about a year and was also the boy who was sent to the home on Third Street to carry out the ashes and carry in a supply of coal-. He also learned much about cleaning house from Bernard’s grandmother and passed those lessons along to me when I would forget to do a few chores.

Although Bernard was a high school generation ahead of me, we were both in the high school band in 1948 when he graduated. For some reason, Mr. R.G. Stephenson had promoted an eighth grader to that band, and I felt honored to bd there. Bernard left here upon graduation and returned seldom until his 50th anniversary of graduating from THS. I saw him briefly then but certainly enjoyed visiting at length with him this year.

Such experiences made 2009 a very good year for many of us who call this place home. Let’s all look forward to more such times as we enter 2010, and let’s each have a Happy New Year!