Monday, June 30, 2008

Dedication of bench at Huntley Meadows Park 6-15-08

Photo Album: KingletVA

 

     It was a couple of bitter-sweet hours on Sunday, 6/15/08, when friends of Leni  “Kes” Friedman gathered at Huntley Meadows Park in Alexandria, Va. To dedicate a bench in her honor and to share memories of her.

      The bench is placed in the shade, overlooking a meadow, that was one of her favorite birding places there. Everyone, had at some time in the past, sat beside Leni, pointing out  sightings of birds, swapping stories, resting or waiting for her to identify a birdsong, even though we could not see the singer. It does not matter, whether it was in Virginia, Maryland, Delaware, Massachusetts, New jersey or even Texas or Arizona. We have all shared a bench with Leni.

       Those common memories of her, were for those present that day, our bond to Leni, and it is her legacy, wherever she went- was creating a community of sharing what she loved, be it birding, or embroidery, her music or her love of nature. She did not just love the birds, she loved the butterflies, the dragonflies, the shape and color of clouds in the sky.

       Afterwards, we walked back to the Visitors Center, birding all the way of course.

Director / Naturalist Kevin had set aside a room for us for refreshments that we brought along. In the background was bird song music and he had placed birds, hawks, herons, owls, woodpeckers and yes, two American Kestrels, a male and female on display from the museum part of the center. It was like a living room with soft lighting, chairs and tables.

      In the central viewing area , was a plaque inscribed Friends of Huntley Meadows. Included in the names now, is Lenore “Leni” Friedman and the inscription below her name, “  Imagine, how empty our world would be, if no bird sang.”

     All the family was there, her husband , “Doc” to many of us, her 3 girls and son Mark, her grandchildren as well, and friends that could make it there, as it was Father’s Day as well.

     As we said goodbye’s to one another,  amid hugs, tears and smiles, we all had the same feeling of thanks for having known Leni, in different stages of her life. She was a wife, a mother, a daughter, grandmother, birder, craftswoman, artist, musician, writer, photographer, but most of all--- she was a true friend. I miss her so much.

     A heartfelt appreciation goes out to all who participated and made this event possible: the donations toward the memorial benches from all over the United States, the people involved in making this happen, her family for managing the details as well as Kevin and the staff of Huntley Meadows Park, and most of all to” Doc” Friedman for making this memorial a reality, by his decision to honor  Leni’s  legacy  this way.

      If you ever get to Arlington and Huntley Meadows, stop in the Visitor’s center/museum and then walk the trails and see the amazing amount of birds that call Huntley Meadows home. I think Leni is  home there too.

 

by Ilse Jorgensen and Pat Allred

Monday, February 11, 2008

memories of Kestrel

Author: mthrn8tur

Kestrel hosted the birding chat room the first night I was ever on a computer, a dozen years ago or more. I was in the chatroom every time it was open, mainly because of her. I first met her in person with three other chatroom buddies in Nebraska for a sandhill crane adventure, then in Falls Church, VA for birding in Huntley Meadows (her mother lived two blocks from our son), and finally at an Eastern Shore chatroom gathering. I use words such as 'dynamo', 'force,' 'memorable,' 'leader,' 'organizer,' 'compassion,' and 'quick (typist and -witted)', to describe her. I miss her - all those qualities just named, plus her gentle humor. I am a better person because I knew her.

MthrN8tur@aol.com aka Gretchen Cutts

Sunday, February 3, 2008

Photos Leni & Cybirders

Author: crowhill17

Leni, EDian (also, sadly, gone) & ? Cindy?.
Leni & Cappy at the
Cape May hawk watch.
Leni counting the contributions to our take-out dinner at Lewes. According to my date stamps these were taken in 2003, but I'm not sure the Cape May & Lewes photos are from the same gathering.

Our feisty Kestrel has flown, but such fond memories remain. I joined the BirdChat within the first year of getting my first computer, Leni was the host. Her enthusiasm lured me into going to the 2nd annual Cybirder's gathering in Lewes, DE. In those days there were warnings all over about being wary of actually meeting people you only knew online. Ax-murderers, wierdos & flakes. With that in mind I convinced my non-birding, DH to accompany me. What a blast, such fun, a whole new group of far-flung friends! Leni even pointed out my life Kestrel on a wire. That was 1996. I still have all the programs. Leni was the glue that held the group together, she was the driving force behind trying new places, going ever further afield, Cape Cod, Plum Is. & finally Texas. DH & I did the Texas jaunt. It is so hard to believe that that trip was the last for our Kestrel923.

Every Kestrel on a wire will forever bring back memories of Leni.

Sigrid

Thursday, January 17, 2008

Leni's funeral

Author: kingletva

I want to share just a few things that happened. The Rabbi read from the scriptures in Hebrew, then in English Ecclesiastes 3 "for everything there is a season..>". I followed with parts of Ps. 103 "Bless the Lord, o my soul..." and Ps. 139 vs. 9-10, " If I rise on the wings of the morning...." and after that I read a poem that I sent Leni last year on her birthday card, Feb. 9th, while we were busy planning Texas trip. Little did I know, I would be reading it to her at her funeral. It goes like this: My heart holds all the seasons, winter, summer, spring and fall, each one is ever present, they are at my beck and call. The falling snow of winter, finds a corner in my heart, and to dream of springtime, when it's time to turn the sod. The early frosts of autumn fill yet another place, with leaves red and gold, a show of autumn's grace. To lie in a meadow and watch the clouds drift by, or sit by a cool mountain stream and watch the sunlit sky. My heart treasures all the seasons, not just one or two, and so it treasures all the years, the years of me and you. Her two son-in-laws gave the Eulogy and Pat Alred read a poem, that her cousin Sally gave her. It was very moving and poingant, not a dry eye to be found. Afterwards, everyone returned to Doc's house. Sig and Bill, Jeff, and others from chat were there. Bonnie made a lovely album for Doc of pix through the years of the birders. While in the cemetary a flock of geese flew over in formation, with one missing. It was symbolic. Take care all--see you in chat. ilse

I am missing my good friend, Leni.

Author: mamaduck1

The very first Cybirders get together -- Lewes 1995. Leni is 4th from the left.

Philadelphia Cybirders, Fall 1995. Leni looking good in her red hat.

Lewes, 1996

MamaDuck1 and Kes at Huntley Meadows 1995.

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Exceptional Person

Author: avesbirder




Where does one even begin to start describing an exceptional person?

When I first signed onto AOL in 2000, the first place I found online the Birding Community. One of the first people that set out the welcome mat for me was Leni. Her warm, open nature was infectious. She had a way of grabbing everyone into a conversation and lighting up a room when she came in. I personally met Leni only three times - Cape May, Lewes, and Deep Creek. Each of those trips were special to me since it put faces to names. It breaks my heart to know that I will never see one of those faces again.

Here are the pictures from the Cybirders weekend in Deep Creek. Some of the pictures were taken were taken by Leni. You'll know which ones by the captions. ;)


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So Giving

Author: mec101

Thanks for all the fun times, Leni. You made me feel as though I had known you forever when we first met. Cape May and Lewes will never be the same. At least now when I go there, I know you will always be there as well still giving me advise and direction. You will be missed more than you could ever have known.

Ed Brown