Bridget Brewster Discovers Village Benefits
Rumor of Humor #16
Communications Project with Cal State LA
One Villager's Story
Pasadena Area Liberal Arts Center
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Plan Ahead - And Be Prepared
Tuesday, May 23 Pasadena Celebrated Older Americans
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Rumor of Humor #14
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Science Monday - Review of Meeting on April 10, 2023
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Congratulations Wayne April! Honored at UNH
Volunteer Appreciation at the Village
“ACCIDENTAL HOST—The Story of Rat Lungworm Disease”
Pasadenans Recent Experience With Racism
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Fig and Goat Cheese Bruschetta
Photography for Social Justice
BEYOND THE VILLAGE - Catherine Deely
Creative Writing in Older Adults
Gifts of Love
Great Decisions update
Dominion Lawsuit, South Africa and 710 Stub
2023 DEI Progress
BEYOND THE VILLAGE - Doug Colliflower
CONVERSATIONS WITH ART
OLDER ADULTS RESOURCE FAIR
The Important, Influential Books in our Lives - Revisited
History, Resolution of the 710 Freeway
Eminent Domain, 710 Highway
Bernard Garrett, 710 Freeway
Men's Times Gatherings
Pasadena's Senior Commission
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GRATITUDE - IT'S GOOD FOR YOU!
JEFF GUTSTADT - FORENSIC PATHOLOGIST
Bernard Garrett, Incredible Black Entrepreneur
What is the "Spirit Talk" Group About?
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Review of 2022, Consideration of 2023
BEYOND THE VILLAGE - PATTI LA MARR
FROM THE CHAIR
WALK WITH EASE
On the hood of the family car…By Meanderings BLOG
It was dusty and hot. There was no air conditioning in the car, which was packed with the provisions we would need for a week: A heavy metal ice chest held ice and cold foods; boxes held canned goods and dry goods; there were cots, sleeping bags and lanterns; our duffle bags had a few changes of clothes and our Girl Scout and Boy Scout mess kits, as well as canteens.
We three kids loved this week with Dad. We counted the days leading up to it. We talked about all that we would be doing. We hiked, did rifle practice, hunted rabbits, my sister and I cooked the meals and felt very competent. We read, played games and napped in the mid-day heat.
The best part of the trip was that last lap. When the old station wagon finally rolled up to the fenced property with the big ranch type gate, Dad would stop the car, get out and unlock the padlock. The road stretching ahead was a bumpy dirt road.
“Okay, Kids, hop on!” Dad would yell.
This was the moment we had been anticipating. We piled out of the car and clamored on top of the hood. It was hot and dusty but we didn’t care. Dad slowly rolled the car down the bumpy road kicking up a wake of dust.
What joy! We waved like Rose Queens on a parade float.
Slowly, slowly the car rolled to a stop and, not until Dad said so, we hopped off the car. Wow! What a ride! What FUN!
Then the final command from Dad came: “Remember, Buddies, don’t ever tell Mommy that I let you do this!” We swore we wouldn’t! And we never did… until much later, years later when it was too late for her to get mad about it and scold Dad.
- kAREN bAGNARD -