The Face of Hiller’s

We met when we were 5 years old. It was in Miss Marston’s kindergarten class at Winship elementary school in Detroit.  Lynn was a fresh-faced kid with a perpetual smile and unending effervescence. We became friends instantly. I was slow to make friends. She was everyone’s friend. Her friends became mine so I thrived. She hated math. I thrived on it. I made sure she did well. It was a good quid pro quo.

Lynn and I went all through elementary, middle school and high school together. We were close friends and even mutual admirers of each other’s strengths. More importantly we were understanding and accepting of each other’s foibles.  Each time we passed one and another in the hallways we would stop and talk and it was always a comfort for me to see that Lynn never changed. As always she was warm, genuine and gracious. Everyone liked her. Her cadre of friends continued to swell and was on the verge of becoming a movement. I continued to be amazed that Lynn was as constant as the rising of the sun.

Even then it never ceased to amaze me how friendships spawned early in life carry a special kind of understanding and include a wealth of insight into each other’s fundamental character and essence.

We lost track of each other after high school and it was only when I read of Lynn’s father’s death that I saw her again. We caught up on the path of each other’s lives. Lynn had devoted herself to her family and the raising of her 4 daughters. She was ready, she declared, to return to the workplace. I already knew of her inestimable talents and needed little convincing.

Hiller’s was in need of a Community Services Director and who could be better.

Lynn Lederman signed on 5 years ago. What a wonderful decision it has turned out to be. She’s the face of Hiller’s at every event, tour and gathering. Lynn Lederman also responds to Hiller’s near endless stream of email enquiries and best of all she’s still the same fresh-faced beauty with a perpetual smile and unending effervescence that she was when we first met.

“I find friendship to be like wine, raw when new, ripened with age, the true old man’s milk and restorative cordial.” – Thomas Jefferson

“The best mirror is an old friend.”
- George Herbert


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