A Joyful Moment
Monday, March 30th, 2009A few days ago, we received the note below and we wanted to share it with everyone.
Hello.
Today I experienced what I call a “Joyful Moment”, something that makes you so happy that you want to share it with everyone you encounter throughout the day.
First, let me tell you that I live in Rochester. I moved from Buffalo, where I lived for ten years, back to Rochester where I was born and raised.
While I lived in Buffalo, from 1992 to 2002, I was always amazed at the Central Terminal. I thought it was so sad to see such a magnificent building sitting empty, idle, and neglected. I was so enchanted with the building that I attended several “cleanup” events that took place at the Terminal grounds prior to 2002. My senior aged mom even participated in those cleanups.
Once in a while, I would drive to the Terminal and just sit in my car in the parking lot, gazing at the site with visions of “rebirth” of the Terminal and its surroundings. I even pictured the building becoming a hotel, or apartments, or even a casino. The last time I was at the site was when the clocks were first restored to operation (2001?). Of course, all the rest was still in disrepair with not much hope in sight.
That brings me to today, and my “Joyful Moment”, as I call it. I was home, in Rochester, at the computer, surfing the web, and I came across your website. Living out of town since 2001, I hadn’t heard anything about the Terminal since then. I will just get right to the point and tell you that I was in tears seeing the photos, reading of the restoration efforts, and putting two and two together to see how the Terminal’s restoration might fit right in with our Governor’s plan for high speed rail across Upstate New York.
Again, I cried when I saw the beautiful photos on your website. It was almost like my vision had come true. I can’t wait to visit now and once again park in the parking lot, in my car, and gaze out to see it becoming reality. My hat is off to all those that have made it possible. On a humorous note, I count myself in on that effort since I haven’t forgotten those days when, with broom and shovel in hand, my mom and I pulled weeds, swept pavement, and hoped for the best.
Sincerely,
Ron Nichols
Rochester, New York
Thank you, Ron. It’s thoughts like these that keep us going!

