This is my own A-to-Z Challenge for the month of June — likes and dislikes. I’ve fallen behind but haven’t given up! If you want to join me, just add a comment naming something you like and something you don’t like that begin with the letter G.
In 2006, we moved from Cooperstown to Greene, NY. It was a miscalculation on my part of how deep my roots were in Cooperstown. I was like a plant uprooted that failed to thrive in its new location. Nine years later, I uprooted again and came back to Cooperstown. I don’t know how other people do it — all this moving from place to place. I definitely have roots and they are in one particular soil.
But Greene — Greene was a great place to live. Still upstate New York. Still small town. Still surrounded by farmland and wooded areas. Warm, friendly people. A great library. A charming main street (called Genesee Street, not Main). Safe. Walkable.
The economy in Cooperstown depends largely on two things: tourism and medicine. The economy in Greene depends largely on a forklift factory. I’m not kidding.
The Raymond factory is right next to the high school and it’s one of the largest employers in the area. Raymond is generous to the community, too. Kids from the high school who are interested in engineering have opportunity to be part of a program where they can test it out there. The largest scholarships from the school are named for members of the Raymond family. It’s a good relationship.
I like Greene. I liked our house there — which we still own (and need to sell). We call it the Greene house, even though it’s yellow.
I liked our neighbors. I liked our church a lot! I loved walking the streets and the familiarity that grew from that. I loved the way the community would come together for events like their July craft show, Labor Day picnic, and Applefest. In December, they hold an official Christmas tree lighting and sing Christmas carols together.
So I like the village of Greene — I really do! It just never became home.
The color green is also one of my favorites. In my mish-mash of different pens within easy reach, I have ten green ones! It’s a happy color, a hopeful color, a sign of life and growth.
Our family used to vacation in Myrtle Beach every April. We would leave New York and its dirty snow and mushy grayness, and watch a progression of green as we drove south. South Carolina would be in full bloom and it was wonderful.
Driving home again was a regression, like watching a nature film in reverse, where the budded trees become sticks and the grass disappeared.
It never failed that it would be snowing when we entered Otsego County.
So green is good.
However, “Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared” partially ruined green for me.
Whereas Andrew Peterson sings about green being “the color of hope” (Hosea) and about God leading him by the hand into a land of green and gold (After All These Years), “Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared” starts off hopeful, talking about creativity, and then veers off into bizarre creepiness. The shift begins with the words, “green is not a creative color.”
I’ve only watched it about 137 times, which tells you the love-hate relationship I have with it. It’s so funny — in an awful way.
If you’ve never watched it, here it is. Watch it if you dare, but don’t blame me if you never see the color green in the same way again.
Is toil leam Greene agus an dath uaine. I like Greene and the color green.
Chan eil mi cinnteach an toil leam “Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared.” I’m not sure I like “Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared.”
How about you? What do you like that begins with G? What do you dislike? And what’s your honest opinion of “Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared”?
8 thoughts on “Greene, Green, Don’t Hug Me”
I hate the video, but I love your post🤣💜
Thanks! The video is so awful in a weirdly funny way.
Yes indeed, I love Green I think it’s an inspirational colour 😜💜💚💚
Gold for like–I used to dislike gold, but it’s been growing on me lately.
Greed for dislike.
Gold in nature is such a lovely color. I love the gold flecks on a Monarch chrysalis.
Greed is the absolute worst. It motivates people to go against every ethical standard they may have ever given lip-service to. Boo hiss to greed!
Gaelic sounds lyrical.
It’s such a beautiful language — very lyrical!
I have a bunch for G.
Likes: Grant. 🙂 Grace. Guitars. Guacamole. Gary D. Schmidt. Gravy.
Dislikes might not be a strong enough word: Garage sales. Gas prices. Guilt.
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