Many, many thanks to all the wonderful people, who took the time and braved the Blogger to wish me a “Happy Birthday”. I want you to know, that you have made my day! It was a special thrill to read the birthday greeting after birthday greeting. Here, on the Blog, on Raverly and on the Facebook.
As I was reading the warm, loving words I kept thinking about how the ways we now communicate in with the rest of the world has changed our relationships and the circle of our friends has become much wider than it could have been believed 40 years ago. After all, I still remember the time, when there was only one neighbour in our apartment building, who had a telephone. It functioned as an information hub. The magic box was only to be used in case of dire necessity. Phone calls, were almost as rare as the telegrams. So the people we actually knew and communicate most were the neighbours and the people we met on the street. The relatives, who lived hear enough to get to within an hour or two. Our coworkers and classmates. At the time it would have been impossible for me to believe that I will become friends with lots of different people in different countries.
Now, as the technology developed, the whole world has become our neighborhood. I now have friends very different from me and in very different places. They are women and men, younger than me and much older (one of my Internet friends is in her nineties). They are Jewish and not, knitters, crocheters, mothers of large families and women, who consciously chose not to have a family at all. Simply said they are totally different and I would probably have no chance of meeting many of them in pearson.
I open my email and find out that a friend had a new baby, or her daughter is engaged or that my friend has finally completed a magnificent sweater, that took weeks and now looks smashing on her! I eagerly look for news from a friend, who is having a complicated medical treatment or another, whose daughter is desperately ill. I am sad when my shepard friend looses a lamb and rejoice when another reports a birth of the baby lama. Recently I have lost a wonderful friend, whom I have never met, yet we have been friends for years. I loved reading her daily letters describing her work as an instructor in a yarn shop. They were funny and amazing and should be published. And no, I was not the only recipient. When she became ill we have watched for news and send our loving, supporting messages.
For the past week I have been getting lots and lots of wonderful Birthday greetings. And I feel very lucky to have wonderful friends like you.