Blog archive
April 2025
Evacuation and Soot
04/07/2025
Status - April 5, 2025
04/05/2025
March 2025
About Senior Solutions
03/28/2025
Building a Bridge With Journey House, A Home Base for Former Foster Youth
03/28/2025
Come for the Knitting, Stay for the Conversation... and the Cookies
03/28/2025
Creating Safe and Smart Spaces with Home Technology
03/28/2025
Finding Joy in My Role on The Pasadena Village Board
03/28/2025
I've Fallen and I Can't Get Up!
03/28/2025
Managing Anxiety
03/28/2025
Message from Our President: Keeping Pasadena Village Strong Together
03/28/2025
My Favorite Easter Gift
03/28/2025
The Hidden History of Black Women in WWII
03/28/2025
Urinary Tract Infection – Watch Out!
03/28/2025
Volunteer Coordinator and Blade-Runner
03/28/2025
Continuing Commitment to Combating Racism
03/26/2025
Goodbye and Keep Cold by Robert Frost
03/13/2025
What The Living Do by Marie Howe
03/13/2025
Racism is Not Genetic
03/11/2025
Bill Gould, The First
03/07/2025
THIS IS A CHAPTER, NOT MY WHOLE STORY
03/07/2025
Dramatic Flair: Villagers Share their Digital Art
03/03/2025
Empowering Senior LGBTQ+ Caregivers
03/03/2025
A Life Never Anticipated
03/02/2025
Eaton Fire Changes Life
03/02/2025
February 2025
Commemorating Black History Month 2025
02/28/2025
Transportation at the Pasadena Village
02/28/2025
A Look at Proposition 19
02/27/2025
Behind the Scenes: Understanding the Pasadena Village Board and Its Role
02/27/2025
Beyond and Within the Village: The Power of One
02/27/2025
Celebrating Black Voices
02/27/2025
Creatively Supporting Our Village Community
02/27/2025
Decluttering: More Than The Name Implies
02/27/2025
Hidden Gems of Forest Lawn Museum
02/27/2025
LA River Walk
02/27/2025
Message from the President
02/27/2025
Phoenix Rising
02/27/2025
1619 Conversations with West African Art
02/25/2025
The Party Line
02/24/2025
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
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
THIS IS A CHAPTER, NOT MY WHOLE STORY
By Bridget BrewsterPosted: 03/07/2025
I truly believe that I must and will consider this fire and the tremendous loss of
everything I owned to be a chapter in my life’s story, it will not become the defining book
of my life. This is a thought that helps me stop talking about THE FIRE every day with
others. There is more in my life than this disaster.
Having said that, there are still memories that come to me in the most unexpected
moments. I may be reading a good book, and a quilt is mentioned . . . my mind starts
immediately remembering my grandmother’s quilt that was placed among my baby’s
quilts and the many others I had collected from family over decades. All these were
gathered together on a shelf forming a work of art that I admired every single day.
One day I was talking with a friend who mentioned Mount Wilson and I recalled a trip up
there for a picnic. While I was there, two young people asked for a ride back down after
having run out of energy from walking up . . . I was happy to accommodate. In
exchange for the ride down and into the hills of La Canada, they gave me a Mount
Wilson mug, which I treasured. The very next time I met with my friend, she gave me a
Mount Wilson mug. Of course, this made me think of all the special mugs of a lifetime.
Just yesterday, my car battery died in the car I recently purchased, and another friend
had cables to jump it and off I went. As I drove away, I thought about my beautiful car
that was lost forever . . . the many times driving with the top down and feeling free as a
bird. I was never without jumper cables in the trunk. Today I ordered new ones.
There are so many moments like these when a memory takes me by surprise. My point
here is a simple one, each of these moments of remembering the many things (some
almost insignificant, others deeply painful) composes a chapter in my story of the fire,
they do not tell the story of my life.