Bridget Brewster Discovers Village Benefits
Rumor of Humor #16
Communications Project with Cal State LA
One Villager's Story
Pasadena Area Liberal Arts Center
Pasadena Village Responds to Rainbow Flag Burning at Pasadena Buddhist Temple
Plan Ahead - And Be Prepared
Tuesday, May 23 Pasadena Celebrated Older Americans
Reparations, Social Justice Activity
Rumor of Humor #14
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Science Monday - Review of Meeting on April 10, 2023
Conversations Re African American Artists Before 1920
Beyond the Village – Suzi and Phil Hoge
Congratulations Wayne April! Honored at UNH
Volunteer Appreciation at the Village
“ACCIDENTAL HOST—The Story of Rat Lungworm Disease”
Pasadenans Recent Experience With Racism
Recent Events Reflecting Racism
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
BEYOND THE VILLAGE - JIM HENDRICK
GRATITUDE - IT'S GOOD FOR YOU!
JEFF GUTSTADT - FORENSIC PATHOLOGIST
Bernard Garrett, Incredible Black Entrepreneur
What is the "Spirit Talk" Group About?
Same Ol’ New Year, Brand New Me
Review of 2022, Consideration of 2023
BEYOND THE VILLAGE - PATTI LA MARR
FROM THE CHAIR
WALK WITH EASE
A memory from Middle SchoolBy Richard Myers
It was probably 1957 or 58. I was attending Eliot Middle School in Altadena. It was an all-white school at the time but this year a black girl was enrolled. Her name was Deborah Sweeney. I supposed her parents were part of the “block busters”, the black people who were buying homes in the Altadena community. They were called “block busters” because once they bought in, “for sale” signs popped up on lawns up and down the block. “White-flight” was beginning.
Deborah was tiny and dark. I was big and blond. We were both excellent students and shared all the same math, language, science and history classes. We both wore glasses, were very smart and very often raised our hands to offer correct answers in the classroom. We were both very shy in those days.
Without really knowing her, I liked her. She impressed me She was neat, smart and smiled when I looked at her. Sometimes I would see her eating lunch alone. It made me sad. I wanted to invite her to join me and my friends. But I didn’t. I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to.
After Eliot, Deborah and I both attended John Muir High School where there were many more brown kids. We continued to be good students and we did eventually get to know each other a little bit but now she had her circle of friends and I still had mine.
Today I am a long way away from Eliot and those years, yet I still remember the name, Deborah Sweeney. Over my lifetime I have thought of her and wondered how hard that time in middle school must have been for her. Those years are hard enough when everything is going your way and you have friends. How hard it must have been for her to be going through that age under those circumstances. What courage she had. What courage her parents had.
Today, at 75, I still remember her name and how she looked. I regret that I did not have the strength of character to reach out and make friends with her. I still wonder who she became. My guess is that she did something great with her life. She was smart and brave. I wish I could say, “I knew her when…”
- Karen -