She whispers my name... Only I can hear

Sunday, May 29, 2011

Good Friend Sunday

Friends have come and gone in my lifetime...
Some people just stick around for the good times, some stick it out through thick and thin. Some make sure to be there when times are at their worst.
My uncle Dick once told me: "You are stuck with me, and the rest of your family. But you get to choose your friends. So why not choose wisely?"
Good advise...

As I make the move out to the farm I realize I will be leaving friends behind, will see them less often, that I will be making new friends out in the country.
But there is one good friend that will be coming with me.
A good friend that I have never even met.
A good friend none the less.

Her name is Lydia, we met on Blogger, sharing thoughts on each others writings.
Lydia takes meticulous care with her posts on Writerquake, continuing to post day after day. (Something I found myself unable to keep up with as life became more complicated)

Now that I am finally making the move from Schenectady, NY to Roseboom, NY, I find my head is clearing and I have more time to organize my thoughts, and regain my perspective. And so I would like to take the time to post a tribute to Lydia.

Old Postcard Wednesday

Lydia has been posting some extraordinary images of old postcards every Wednesday since 2008
What better tribute than to share with her, and you, some old postcards I found in my stuff here. (sorry I can't wait till Wednesday, no internet on the farm... yet)

This is the Hotel Van Curler in Schenectady, which stood right next to the old Eire Canal.
The building is now Elston Hall and serves as the main facility for Schenectady Community Collage.
Though the Canal is no more, the Mohawk River still flows silently by the school's borders.

This one's for you Lydia
More old pics and postcards to come