Savant Hours

We have new business hours!  Our office will be open from noon to 6 Tuesday through Friday to accommodate those who cannot get off of work.

Of course we will still take appointments at any time, but these are the hours that you can safely come by the office and know we will be available.

On that note, Savant will have limited hours the week of January 25-29.  Leslie will be having surgery and not working at all and Christi will be available on Friday only.  Voicemail and e-mail will be checked and we will get back with you as quickly as possible.

See you in February!

Project Say It Today: Entry 8, Jean Suddarth

Oh, the things I could say about Jean.  This woman makes me happy; pure and simple.  She has the values of a Saint, the love of a mother, and the thoughts of an independent woman who can take care of business when the going gets tough. 

 She is someone you can always trust, confide in and know that your secret is safe.  She is appreciative of what she is given, and when given a task, she always fulfills her word and completes it.  You can always count on her.

 She puts her family above all else.  She cares for her husband, children, grandchildren and her mother whenever they need her help, putting the needs of herself behind all others.

 I hope that someday, someone admires me like I admire Jean.  I hope one day I can be half the virtuous and wise woman as she.

Project Say It Today: Entry 7, Elizabeth Bednarz

 

As Elizabeth and I sifted though clothes on our Repeat Boutique shift we discovered something very funny; we are related.  Neither of us could tell how, nor did we try very hard, since it was really the Kitten and Bednarz families that we married into that connected us.  Although our research skills were running low, there was never a lack of laughs or fun.

 Elizabeth and I first became friends when we shared our provisional year with the Junior League.  She was always sweet and kind and genuinely interested in people and the things they had to say. 

 Her charisma and kind heart made an impact on everyone around her.  Her love for her kids made everyone go home and love their family more.  Her closeness to God made those that might not be convinced, know that their prayers were heard.

 Elizabeth’s patience and calm demeanor stays with me, her smile makes me smile.  Her life has made mine better.

Project Say It Today: Entry 6, Mr. Weems

 

Mr. Weems in the top left person.  I am on the front row with polka dots.

I don’t think that I have ever known Mr. Weems’ first name.  He and his wife lived just down the street from us and he was my principal at White Mountain Elementary School.  He had charisma, although at the time I didn’t even know what that word meant.  The teachers loved him as did the students and the community. 

 I am sure that Mr. Weems wouldn’t have ever locked us in an electrical closet, but I am also pretty sure that if he did, the parents would have been ok with it because he never did anything that wasn’t in our best interest. 

 I think I was in the 4th grade, when the renovations on White Mountain Intermediate started.  Of course, this meant that the tree that was the center of our recess world, would have to be cut down.  This tree was massively huge and had to be (in the timeline of an 8 year old) hundreds of years old.  I believed this was wrong, so I started a petition, which was eventually signed by almost all of the 3rd and 4th graders.  I, of course, took this straight to the top, skipping over the immediate authority figure of my 4th grade teacher. 

 I sought out Mr. Weems on the playground and took him aside, so that no one would be able to hear when he had to cave in and admit defeat.  I decided I would let him announce my genius over the load speaker in his own time.

 He listened and he looked over my petition with great thought.  He then questioned me about my motives, why this would help the school, why it was so important to me.  After listening to all of my points and the views of my fellow elementrians sent through me, he politely told me why leaving the tree was not an option.  I didn’t take it lightly and I didn’t accept his answer.  For the next week or two, I preceded to think of new reasons why the tree couldn’t be cut down and he listened. 

 Today, you can see the massive renovations and not even a trace of the big tree.  It wasn’t until a few years later that I realized how important those moments were to make my personality what it is.  This brilliant man taught me how to think logically, follow through with my beliefs and even if you fail, keep working hard for what you believe in.

Project Say it Today: Entry 5, Kenneth Cole

 

Ken Cole was my first preacher ever.  He was the one who taught me that Jesus loves me and all the other things that I child learns about God and faith.  It was hard to find a picture of him, but I finally did in my mother’s scrap books.

 I have since lost touch with him since we moved from Ruidoso and then from Midland.  I am pretty sure he moved as well.  I wish that I could find him and reconnect.

 Because of this man, I wanted to get up and go to church.  I did not want to go to children’s church, but instead I would sit on the end of the pew, so I could lean out and see around all the big hair and men’s hats in front of me and listen to him.  He is the person who made me want to give all of my money, usually consisting of mostly copper coins, to the church to help others.  He put the first fire in my heart for my Lord and for my fellow-man.  He helped teach me right from wrong.  And although I can’t remember any exact words of wisdom or an exact moment that he influenced my life, his name and face peppers the first part and the most influential years of my life. 

Thank you for teaching me the foundation of my Father and his ways, for molding me into a person that loves thy neighbor, for giving me the ability to have faith in that which is unseen.

Project Say it Today: Entry 4, Genevieve Duncan

 

Genevieve lived down the street from us in Ruidoso and was one of the few elders that I called by her first name.  Many of you know that I often talk about having long silver hair down to my waist when I am older and wearing it in a bun.  This is the lady that I am basing my hairstyle on when I am 80.

Genevieve was kind and mild and not only could I never think of something ill against her, I don’t thnk that anyone else in our village could either.  She loved her neighbors, loved her God and treated me as an adult, even when my age had not left the single digits.

 She was patient and she was kind and she took careful time to make things perfect and nice for those she loved, be it a bridge party or a pot luck.

 When Nick and I married, it had been at least 2 years since I had seen Genevieve.  She had left Ruidoso to be closer to her family, as most her age were doing. 

Still, she found a person to take her, to find us the perfect gift, and just like Genevieve, it was nothing on our registry, but instead something that she found to be beautiful and to be something that I would love and treasure.

Please, come to our home and season your meal with the love from the salt and pepper shakers that she wanted us to have.

Just as the shakers give flavor and zest to our food, Genevieve Duncan gave the same to her life and the loves around her.

Project Say it Today: Entry 3, Amy Marie Ransbottom-Wallace

Rehersal Dinner with the girls

High School Trip to Houston

What happens in the stall, stays in the stall

Helping me with my make up before the next photo op.

She always had the best handwriting, and the best drawings, and the best laugh that was so contagious.  Seventeen and one half years after we met, she still does.

 Amy doesn’t even need lemons to make lemonade.  She could do it out of rotten potatoes.  She is laid back and care free; a side of myself that I would like to get in touch with again.

 We met in 1992 at San Jacinto Junior High.  I don’t remember the details, but if any of you do, I would love to be reminded.  We have camped, floated rivers, eaten drank, smoked cigars, rolled down hills, climbed on buildings, sang in harmony, gone to proms, gone to science fairs, believed in unicorns, gotten dolled up, eaten cookie dough and done countless other things that I can’t mention because one of us might still be grounded from our indiscretions as minors.

 Amy is a ray of sunshine, put on this earth to help others and to bring light into the lives of those around her.  She is beautifully blessed in so many ways, and she knows it.  She is thankful for what she has and the promise of what is to come.  She treats everyone as equals.  There is no one better or worse than the next person. 

 I hope one day, to be as genuinely gracious and kind as Mrs. Amy Marie.