Blog archive
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
Status - March 20, 2025
03/20/2025
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
A reminiscence for baseball fans
By Edward A. RinderlePosted: 09/30/2023
Two boys emerge from the little grocery store down the street from their homes in the mid-city district of New Orleans. It is summertime, 1955. They each have used 20% of their weekly allowance to buy a 5 cent baseball card. They have no idea who will be pictured on the cards, for they are wrapped in thick paper along with a flat piece of pink bubble gum. They savor the anticipation as they walk the block down Palmyra Street to Donny's house – the left half of a shot gun duplex. Taking a seat on the front porch, Donny and his friend Freddie look at each other to decide who will be first to open his treasure. “I think it's your turn, Freddie”, says Donny. Freddie heaves a sigh to relieve his excitement, then begins to rip at the paper methodically. The card reveals itself as a color portrait of Joe Adcock, star first baseman of the Milwaukee Braves. Alas, it is a duplicate of a card already in the boys' mutual collection, but it's a great pickup nonetheless.
After a few minutes spent admiring the likeness of Adcock, Donny takes his turn and slowly peels off the paper. “Wow!” he exclaims. “A Roy Campanella! We don't have one of him! The best catcher in baseball!” Equally excited, Fred partially agrees. “A toss-up between Campy and Yogi Berra, but we already have a Berra.” Donny dashes off briefly into his home to fetch the cigar box containing their collection.
“How many cards do you think we have now”, asks Freddie. “Oh we must have at least a hundred”, Donny responds.
“And still no Musial”, muses Fred.
“Still no 'Stan the Man'. But the day will come . . .”
“Want some bubble gum?” asks Freddie.
“Naw”, replies Donny. “Those flat dry squares are downright dangerous. The last time I tried a chew I almost slit the roof of my mouth on the corner of that beast.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean”, replies Fred. “But I thought I'd ask anyway.”
The boys now lapse into casual chat about cars, ball games, and school. Eventually, Freddie breaks in excitedly: “Hey, it's Saturday. I almost forgot. Matinee day at the Carrollton Theater. Another horror film is slated – I think it's called 'The Mole People'. Plus we get to see the next episode of the weekly serial, 'Rocket Man'!”
“Right you are, Fred”.
Suddenly, a high-pitched screech splits the humid air: “Oh, Fred! Fred-EEEEEEEE!” It's the unmistakable sound of Freddie's mom calling her son for lunch.
“I'd better get going, Donny. I'll see you later around 1:30 That should allow us plenty of time to walk to the show!”
“You bet, Freddie. See you then.”