This time of year its pretty easy to find a place to get some sun and see the water, especially in the heart of Cape Coral with Sun Splash Water Park.
The last time I left off, I talked about the events leading up to the big parade, The Edison of Lights. One of the greatest times to live in south-west Florida if you ask me.
There is one thing we can look forward to all year, something that really gets south-west Florida excited, and that’s the Edison Festival of Lights. Tons of preparation and planning go in to a short period of time in February to culminate in the big parade at the end. Before the actual parade there are tons of activities leading up to the actual Edison Festival of Light to keep you busy and hold your interest.
Leading up to the parade is the Antique car show on the 1st, which is my husbands favorite. Lots of fun and outdoor activities and food, and of course, awesome classic cars. Look out for the original Model T’s!
As we all know today is Dr.Martin Luther King Jr. day and this week I’d like to honor him with just a few facts you may not have known.
- Dr. Martin Luther King Jr’s birth name was actually Michael as well as his father Martin Luther King Sr. Senior changed both of their names when Martin was just a child in honor of the German theologian Martin Luther.
- Dr. King skipped two grades in high school and entered Morehouse college at the age of 15. He received his bachelors degree in sociology at age 19.
- Dr. King was the youngest Nobel Peace Prize winner when he was awarded it in 1964. He was 35 years of age.
I Have a Dream
I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.
Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.
But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languished in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. And so we’ve come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.
In a sense we’ve come to our nation’s capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the “unalienable Rights” of “Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.” It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note, insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked “insufficient funds.”
But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. And so, we’ve come to cash this check, a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice.
We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of Now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God’s children.
It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro’s legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. And those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. And there will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.
But there is something that I must say to my people, who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice: In the process of gaining our rightful place, we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred. We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again, we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force.
The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom.
We cannot walk alone.
And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead.
We cannot turn back.
There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, “When will you be satisfied?” We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the negro’s basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their self-hood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating: “For Whites Only.” We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until “justice rolls down like waters, and righteousness like a mighty stream.”¹
I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. And some of you have come from areas where your quest — quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive. Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed.
Let us not wallow in the valley of despair, I say to you today, my friends.
And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: “We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal.”
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
I have a dream today!
I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of “interposition” and “nullification” — one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.
I have a dream today!
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight; “and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together.”2
This is our hope, and this is the faith that I go back to the South with.
With this faith, we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith, we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith, we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.
And this will be the day — this will be the day when all of God’s children will be able to sing with new meaning:
My country ’tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing.
Land where my fathers died, land of the Pilgrim’s pride,
From every mountainside, let freedom ring!
And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true.
And so let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire.
Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York.
Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania.
Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado.
Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California.
But not only that:
Let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia.
Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee.
Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi.
From every mountainside, let freedom ring.
And when this happens, and when we allow freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God’s children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual:
Free at last! Free at last!
Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!3
I would like to introduce everyone to just a few of my coworkers.
First is Kelly, I’ll start with her because she is my neighbor. Yes, my boss is my neighbor and no I don’t mind it. Actually I have been greatful to her on many occasions. Just a few weeks ago I was at the bus stop with my little boy and he was very thirsty. I was afraid to leave the bus stop because I didn’t want him to miss the bus and I also didn’t want him to be thirsty for the long bus ride to school. As I was sitting there debating if I should run back to the house and get him a drink and make it back on time, Kelly pulled up on her way to work. Every morning she stops and says a kind word to us. This morning I told her my dilemma and she said to me “ Go ahead, go back to the house and get him something to drink and I’ll wait here for the bus and tell them to wait”. As little as a thing it might of seemed to her, it meant a lot to me.
Kelly has been with the company for 24 years as the Office Administrator. She oversees staff members in all departments. She also handles the accounting functions relating to property management among other things. She is a women of many hats. She has an A.S in accounting that she received from NHVTC, Nashua, NH. She is is a Florida Notary Public, has a State of Florida Sales Associates license and is a member of The Fort Myers Association of Realtors. Her favorite thing is spending her free time on the beach.
Judy is the realtor who showed me my home. At the time my son was in the process of being diagnosed with Autism so I decided to become a stay at home mom. We were downsizing from a house to a condo. She listened and understood all of our needs. She showed us a condo that was almost the same square footage as our previous home with an extra bathroom for a fraction of the price we were paying. So really it wasn’t like downsizing at all.
Judy has been with us for 18 years as our property manager. She is originally from Buffalo. NY and has been in property management and rentals for her entire career of over 30 years. Her excellent communication skills, exceptional market knowledge and education of landlord/tenet procedures have been essential to us. She is a member of Fort Myers Association of Realtors, a Certified Florida Residential Manager (CFRM), has a State of Florida Sales Associates license and is a member of the FARPM/NARPM ( National and Florida Associations of Residential Property Managers ) She is married to a wonderful husband named Tony, has two yorkies named Chance and Charlie and one cat Cody. She loves the sunshine here in Fort Myers, expecially since she comes from the snowbelt of Buffalo. She spends her free times riding ATVs.
Rhodes is last but not at all the least. He has been to our home on several occasions in the last 6 years and thank goodness for him. A few years ago our hot water heater decided to break at night. We called the night hotline and he called us back right away. He was there bright and early the next morning with a new one ready to put it in. I don’t think we have ever experienced that fast of a reply and fix of something anywhere we have lived.
Rhodes has been with us for 17 years. He is the Maintenance Superintendent and Construction Project Manager. He has a B.S from Michigan State University, is a HVAC specialist, and has advanced electrical and mechanical knowledge. He has step kids and grand kids. The best thing about Fort Myers to him is the boating and fishing. He likes to spend his free time casting a line.
These three are just a few of my wonderful coworkers. As you can see just by the years of dedication they have had to Malt Realty and the experience I have had with them on a personal level. They are some of the best people in the business. If I had it to do all over again I would rent from them in a New York minute.
This week I would like to talk about one of the communities where we have rentals. Located in Greens Edge at Province Park. On top of my regular social media tasks I’ve been asked to help out with some Craigslist postings. We currently have three condos for rent in the aforementioned community, staring at the pictures of these beautiful condos all week led me to do some research on the community. Follow me while I tell you a little bit about Province Park, and information I discovered.
Greens Edge is newly constructed, and there are eleven buildings in all with 330 units total. The homes have an amazing panoramic view of the Eastwood Golf Course. Eastwood was ranked in the Top 100 in Golf Digest for 10 years. It sits on over 150 acres, plays to a par 72 layout, has 87 bunkers and water plays into 10 out of the 18 holes. Of all the great things, one stands out: This golf course is literally a hop, skip and a jump to the first hole. As good as a golf course as it is, its pay as you play. So no expensive membership needed.
The amenities at Province Park are unbeatable. Located on the grounds are two championship tennis courts, Two Club Houses each with a pool, A 2000 square foot lighted putting facility. The main gate leads right to the Hike and Bike trail, Two fitness rooms, saunas, and even a private media center. Each place has its own detached garage with room for a golf cart.
I’m shocked that these few condos we have available haven’t been snatched up this week. Its like living in a resort 365 days a year. With all amenities, wonderful golf course and beautiful grounds, This place really is a dream come true. Ill give you a quick sneak peek at the couple I have been posting and if your interested, just click over to the main website to see more information
Greens Edge – 4535-301 – 4535 Dalmahoy Court, 301
Greens Edge 4529-103 – 4529 Dalmahoy Court 103
Greens Edge 4529-603 – 4529 Dalmahoy Court, 603
My husband and I woke up the day before Christmas eve with lots of plans and things to do, the last thing we expected was to have a broken washing machine to deal with. The smell of burning rubber filled the condo, and water gushed out of the bottom of the washing machine and in to the kitchen. We rushed to unplug everything and mopped up the water the best we could, and of course, called Malt Realty.
They sent someone out to take a look at it the very next morning. It turned out to be something pretty simple, an “impeller blade”, a small plastic part in the pump that draws water up and out of the machine during the spin cycle. The repairman said it would be easy to fix, but informed us that because of the holidays, it could be more than two weeks to get the right parts and get back to us. We asked him for a few addresses of local laundromats, and he was on his way.
I know its Christmas, so help me I know, but how can we go two weeks or more without a washing machine? We considered drop-and-fold, but had a bad experience with that some time ago. We could rent a washer, or bother a neighbor in times of desperation I suppose. In the end, I went to my mother’s house and did a few loads there for the holidays and hopefully that would get us through. Meanwhile, back at the condo, my husband had called Malt and told them about our new dilemma. Mind, you this was pretty late in the afternoon at this point, but we got ahold of the maintenance coordinator Gina right away.
Gina agreed with my husband that two weeks, or even one week would be too long and would have a solution for us by the end of the day. Sure enough, we got a call back from the washer repairman, and he told us not to worry, he was going to get there by Friday at the latest. What a relief! Sometimes you don’t know how much you miss something until its gone. Had we owned the condo, we would have had to go out and buy a new washer, or have it repaired ourselves, which as you well know can be costly. I felt like I could breathe again, and my husband was happy he could have his work clothes all in order for the rest of the week.
All in all, I had a quick answer for my problem, Malt Property Management found a way to make it right and get my holidays a little more stress free, which is how I like them to be. In the past I have had maintenance issues, and they all have been solved straight away. It’s good not to worry.
So in the end one of the great things about renting is that you never have to worry about maintenance in your home. You just pick up the phone and call your maintenance hotline and its fixed right away. At least that’s my experience with Malt Realty.
Happy New Year to you all