Blog archive
February 2025
Status - Feb 20, 2025
02/20/2025
Bluebird by Charles Bukowski
02/17/2025
Dreams by Langston Hughes
02/17/2025
Haiku - Four by Fritzie
02/17/2025
Haikus - Nine by Virginia
02/17/2025
Wind and Fire
02/17/2025
Partnerships Amplify Relief Efforts
02/07/2025
Another Community Giving Back
02/05/2025
Diary of Disaster Response
02/05/2025
Eaton Fire: A Community United in Loss and Recovery
02/05/2025
Healing Powers of Creative Energy
02/05/2025
Living the Mission
02/05/2025
Message from the President: Honoring Black History Month
02/05/2025
Surviving and Thriving: Elder Health Considerations After the Fires
02/05/2025
Treasure Hunting in The Ashes
02/05/2025
Villager's Stories
02/05/2025
A Beginning of Healing
02/03/2025
Hectic Evacuation From Eaton Canyon Fire
02/02/2025
Hurricanes and Fires are Different Monsters
02/02/2025
January 2025
At Dawn by Ed Mervine
01/31/2025
Thank you for Relief Efforts
01/31/2025
Needs as of January 25, 2025
01/24/2025
Eaton Fire Information
01/23/2025
Fires in LA Occupy Our Attention
01/22/2025
Escape to San Diego
01/19/2025
Finding Courage Amid Tragedy
01/19/2025
Responses of Pasadena Village February 22, 2025
01/18/2025
A Tale of Three Fires
01/14/2025
Springtime and Childhood Memories
By John TuitePosted: 04/01/2021
Welcome Gentlemen of our Village! To April! To Springtime! To Freedom! To New Beginnings!
I was thinking today about growing up in Chicago in April…in springtime! The ice and snow finally started to melt! The sun began to do its job! Piles of dirty, grey ice still made it impossible for car-owners to reach the curb, but the streets were clear, and we could pull our bikes down from the back porch, fill the tires with our hand pumps, and go flying the first time since the November storm. What freedom! Afternoons with Bob Busse, Charlie Jordan, and Herbie Gosewisch…staying out “’til the lights came on”…visiting the horses at Wanzer Dairy’s stable over on Emerald Street…sneaking a puff on a “Lucky Strike”…playing baseball in Hamilton Park! Caddying at Beverly C.C….going to the Library…eating strawberries that were red! Inside!
I’d like to hear about your growing up times. What comes to mind about who you were, what you did, how you spent your time, what was “growing up” like? Were you a city kid? A rural kid? What did you have that your grands don’t have? What are the advantages that the grands have, if any? Tell us something that we don’t know about you! What were the thirties, forties, and fifties?
John Tuite