The meaning of the name "yellow rose events"

Yellow Rose Events is named after my Grandma Nydam’s favorite flower, which also became mine.  I was fortunate to grow up with my grandmother only 100 or so feet away from my home. My dad had taken over the farm house  that he was raised in during the mid-80s, and put in a small trailer for my grandmother on the property so that she could continue living on the farm as well.  That being said, I got to see my grandma just about every day. Although I lost my grandma when I was young I learned so much from that incredible and amazing woman.  My grandmother had overcome so many challenges in her life and her story truly is incredible.  

She was born in Hobart NY in a small white house at the base of a mountain, from there she attended the local school, and as a teenager dealt with the tragedy of losing her best friend and sister, Helen. 

From there she went to school to become a teacher and then began to work at a one room schoolhouse in South Kortright.  During the winter she would have to be there extra early to get the wood fire going so that the kids could stay warm, and then would stay late to clean.  This is when she met my grandfather, Peter. He worked at a farm near the one room schoolhouse and often saw my grandmother walking to and from work. They were married soon after and roughly five years later bought the farm that I call home.  Together my grandparents had raised ten amazing children.

Sadly when her last child was born there were some complications and the baby needed to have surgery.  Although her daughter came out of surgery, she had lost oxygen to her brain and as a result was mentally handicap.  In those days when this happened the norm was to send the child away to some facility and never speak of them again.  Ruth Elizabeth More Nydam was not about to give her child away or be apart of anything of the norm. As a result, the small town she called home, shunned her and looked down on her for having a child like that; a child that could infect their own children...as crazy as it sounds unfortunately that is how people thought back then.  Thankfully as time went on and this stopped being the normal, the town re accepted my grandmother for the honest, hardworking, loving woman that she was. 

A handful of years later after my aunt had been born my grandmother lost her husband and was left to raise her youngest children alone. Sadly, this was not enough loss for this strong woman, in the following years she had to bury two of her sons and a daughter in law. She perceived and went back to work herself, cleaning and helping out in homes in the area, something she was still doing in her 80s.

I tell you the losses my grandmother endured not to feel sorry for her or pity our family, but to understand how deep my grandmother's faith ran, and how incredibly strong she was. 

My grandmother was the glue that held our family together, through each loss she stood strong for her family.  My grandmother did not worry herself with what other people thought of her and her family. Instead, she woke up every morning and did what she had to do.  My grandmother was blessed with fifteen grandchildren, and was able to meet three of her great grandchildren before she passed away. Ruth Nydam was the perfect grandma, she was sweet, caring, compassionate, always had cookies and was willing to make apple pie.

Therefore, when it came down to what I should call my event business, it did not take me very long to know I wanted to honor my grandmother in some way and what was more perfect that using her favorite flower, the yellow rose.  Every time I get to say “Yellow Rose Events” I am saying hi to my grandmother who I know is Heaven watching over my family and I, hopefully from a beautiful garden with her parents, sister, husband and children.