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
Nooses in a tree are not always...
By Vicki HodgesPosted: 08/31/2020
I recently discovered nooses hanging in my neighbors’ tree. Now it is later.
When I went on my walk Wednesday morning, my neighbor rushed out of her door when she saw me giving her dog a treat (which I do every morning). She was smiling and anxious as she greeted me from 6 feet away.
She told me she had gotten my note and felt "terrible" that the ropes had had such an effect on me. "I didn't think," she said. She was tearful and very apologetic. She explained that the ropes had been for her daughter to practice her acrobatics on.
I don't know if I mentioned in my article that the ropes had been removed by the time last weekend was over. I didn't get into "why" it took her so long to talk to me since I had written the note the Friday before and given her my address. I was just glad that we were having a conversation and she was contrite. We threw each other cyber hugs, I got her name and all was well.
I think we both learned some lessons. For me, it was to always pay attention to my "gut." While some had been urging me to make a bad "rush to judgment" (i.e., by calling authorities) I am glad I was patient and decided to wait and see if she would reach out to me or I would connect with her. Fortunately, I didn't have to wait very long for us to have a conversation. The fact that I waited was very gratifying for me. Patience is something I've been trying to work on.
- Vickie –