Our group meets on the first and third Wednesday of each month at the Nokomis Fire Station.
From Sarasota or North, proceed a few blocks south of Albee Road on US 41 (past Matthews-Currie Ford) to Pavonia Road. Turn right (West, toward the bay) at the Fire Station's flashing yellow caution traffic light.
From the south on US 41, we are two blocks north of Dona Bay. Turn left onto Pavonia Road at the flashing yellow caution light.
At the Fire Station, drive to the fire hall's far end or west side; PLEASE DO NOT BLOCK THE FIRE DEPARTMENT DOORS!
We gather in the training room at the far end of the complex for a meet and greet at 6:00 pm but call the Meeting to order at 6:30 pm and take a Ten-minute break at around 7:50 pm. Meeting Adjourns: 9:00 pm
Sunday, December 09, 2012
Ed Lyman
I loved Mr Lyman and always
hoped he found kind people to accompany him through life after Jane
passed away. From reading this site, I feel very comforted that he
found a group of friends, and that he was still fortunate to be a writer
and get out some of his stories. When I knew Ed, he was a highly
respected antique dealer in Mamaroneck, NY, He also was a dedicated
volunteer to the Elmsford Animal Shelter in NY. I admired the peaceful
and loving way he lived his life. I grieved with Jane, Ev and Ed when
his son, Danny died and hoped that he had good friends down there in FL
after he lost his wife and Jane. I feel so much better knowing that
right up to the end, he was functioning and had friends like the ones he
made in your writers group. I hope to find something like this for my
92-year-old-dad up here in White Plains, as he also has plenty of
stories to tell.
When I knew Ed, he was a highly respected antique dealer in Mamaroneck, NY, He also was a dedicated volunteer to the Elmsford Animal Shelter in NY. I admired the peaceful and loving way he lived his life. I grieved with Jane, Ev and Ed when his son, Danny died and hoped that he had good friends down there in FL after he lost his wife and Jane. I feel so much better knowing that right up to the end, he was functioning and had friends like the ones he made in your writers group. I hope to find something like this for my 92-year-old-dad up here in White Plains, as he also has plenty of stories to tell.