Last month, for the third year, I had the honor of leading the CYCA Board in our annual planning retreat.
Sometimes I think that residents expect so much from the board that I like to speculate about what they think we really do all year … like if we had unlimited resources and magic wands, maybe we could completely rid our neighborhood of crime, blight and rabid dog packs; reunite every single lost dog, cat, chicken and turtle with their responsible owners; create a number of free, eco-friendly, parking structures covered in colorful murals painted by neighborhood children; and offer free beer to anyone that ever has a bad day.
For good measure, maybe we grant our executive director the powers of clairvoyance, running at the speed of sound, and shape-shifting! In reality, a lot of what we do involves just coming together to exchange ideas on all types of issues and projects.
Luckily, as a whole, we all get along well and find it interesting to figure out ways to address issues involving everything from getting a blighted property torn down to deciding on what kind of copier Kristan needs.
Serving on the CYCA Board is not the easiest thing to do in a neighborhood as dynamic and demanding as Cooper-Young, but can be incredibly fun and rewarding for the right people. I’m excited to say that we are presently talking to a number of residents that might be willing to join us to try to make a difference. Some of the interest is in response to the recent break-ins, and it got me thinking about how it all started for me.
Last month, for the third year, I solemnly choked down a glass of Tab mixed with pink box wine, looked through old photos, and remembered the beautiful soul that inspired me to get more involved.
Beverly Greene was the kindest, funniest and most giving woman I have ever met, and I am reminded daily of how lucky I was to share homes, husbands and dogs with her for so long. She showed me how important it was to not complain about problems in the community if I wasn’t willing to help change them, and embodied everything good about Cooper-Young. She was always there for me, and I know that she is still with me every day. She had the most fun trying to convince us to have her ashes blown out of potato cannon at the CY Gazebo as long as it wasn’t windy enough to carry her to Germantown … ah, Beverly … no one will ever take your place in our hearts.
Love and Joy, June Hurt