I have such wonderful memories of my nine glorious years at Shady Brook
memories which all the money in the world could not possibly buy. Who would ever realize such peace and tranquility could still exist in the chaotic world of today.
I picture Shady Brook as a beautiful red lady, standing so proud and tall against the deep blue skies of Potter County, surrounded by a chain of endless mountains.
How easily all these little memories flash through my mind
a babbling brook running through the property, singing as it ran so swiftly over stones which must have taken years and years to accumulate in my little stream.
The huge pines whisper to each other at the slightest breeze. They seem to have a language all their own and you wish you could understand what they are trying to tell each other.
Watching all the little animals preparing for the long winter months ahead makes you realize these little creatures are so much more intelligent than most human beings