The Little Things

I’ve written a lot about the big things I’ve seen and done while in New York.  Since I ended up with an extra day here (thanks to a canceled flight out of White Plains) I had the opportunity to reflect on the smaller things I didn’t write about that I loved on my visit here.  Here are a few of them:

  • Avery Jane saying, “Again!” any time Sam spun her around or Gram put whipped cream on her finger.
  • The way Uncle John says the dog’s name.  It’s Zorro, but he says, ‘Zarro!’ with a particular growl in his voice.
  • Uncle John’s deafness and how everyone gives him crap for it.
  • Everyone accusing Gram of cheating at dominoes and her steadfast denial of it…until she actually admitted it after a few glasses of wine.
  • The controlled chaos of the kitchen as Sam, Cindy, and Gram baked goods and fixed dinners.
  • The sound of the train from the top floor of the house.
  • The way the light of the Christmas Tree reflected from the living room.
  • The crisp, clear taste of the tap water thanks to it being furnished by an actual spring.
  • The constant supply of sweets (be it pie, cake, or cookies) and Uncle John’s constant ravaging of them if left unattended.
  • The way the verbal crosswalk indicators in NYC say street names with New York accents. (BRAWD-WAYE)
  • Any time someone said, “What’sa matta witchu?”
  • Looking up at night and seeing a wealth of stars in the sky.
  • The bickering that comes with a household full of love.
  • Christmas cookies
  • The term ‘rib sticking’ for feel-good food.
  • Any time Sam’s father mentioned someone making a bad choice, he followed it with “That worked out well for him.”
  • The thrill of sledding after a day has gone by and the track has frozen over
  • The way the entire family knows the music to ‘The Quiet Man’ and hums it like my family once did.
  • The way Avery says, “Ove’ hea” and “Get outta hea!”
  • The sheer amount of languages I overhear when walking a block in NYC.
I definitely don’t mind spending another night here.  The entire family has shown me nothing but love and generosity.  I do miss my home, though.  Hopefully, my flights tomorrow go well and I get home without any further delay.

About rhysfunk

Rhys Martin was born in Tulsa, Oklahoma in 1981. In 2009, he sold everything he owned and left the country, living out of a backpack for ten months. He discovered a passion for photography while traveling throughout Southeast Asia and Europe. After returning home, he looked at his home town and Oklahoma heritage with fresh eyes. When he began to explore his home state, Rhys turned his attention to historic Route 66. As he became familiar with the iconic highway, he began to truly appreciate Oklahoma’s place along the Mother Road. He has traveled all 2,400 miles of Route 66, from Chicago to Los Angeles. He has also driven many miles on rural Oklahoma highways to explore the fading Main Streets of our small towns. Rhys has a desire to find and share the unique qualities of the Sooner State with the rest of the world. Cloudless Lens Photography has been featured in several publications including This Land, Route 66 Magazine, Nimrod Journal, Inbound Asia Magazine, The Oklahoman, and the Tulsa World. Rhys loves to connect with people and share his experiences; ask him about enjoyable day trips from Tulsa, locations along Route 66, and good diners or burger joints along the way.
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