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April 2024
Rumor of Humor #2410
04/28/2024
Rumor of Humor #2411
04/28/2024
Rumor of Humor #2412
04/28/2024
Rumor of Humor #2413
04/28/2024
Rumor of Humor #2414
04/28/2024
Rumor of Humor #2415
04/28/2024
Rumor of Humor #2416
04/28/2024
Stimulated by "Caste"
04/22/2024
Tulsa reparations, Religion and Politics
04/09/2024
March 2024
Trumps War with Black Women
03/31/2024
Addressing The Needs of Older Adults Through Pasadena Village
03/25/2024
Coming Soon: More Resources for Older Americans, Online and in Person
03/25/2024
Community Building Locally and Nationally
03/25/2024
Preparing for the Future with Ready or Not
03/25/2024
Volunteering is at The Heart of the Village
03/25/2024
Women's Liberation: Then and Now
03/25/2024
Writing Memoirs Together
03/25/2024
Current Views on Current Events
03/20/2024
Unchained
03/18/2024
Rumr of Humor issue # 2409
03/10/2024
Blacks Portrayed by European Artists
03/03/2024
Rumor of Humor #2408
03/03/2024
February 2024
Caring for Ourselves and Each Other
02/27/2024
Doug Colliflower Honored
02/27/2024
Great Decisions Connects Us to the Worldwide Community
02/27/2024
Letter from the President
02/27/2024
Pasadena Village's Impact
02/27/2024
The Power of Touch
02/27/2024
Villages as a New Approach to Aging
02/27/2024
Addressing Gang Violence in Pasadena-Altadena
02/21/2024
Rumor of Humor Issue 2407
02/19/2024
Thank You For Caring.
02/12/2024
Rumor of Humor 2405
02/11/2024
Curve Balls
02/10/2024
Sylvan Lane
02/10/2024
Rumor of Humor 2404
02/09/2024
Larry Duplechan, Blacks in Film
02/03/2024
January 2024
Pasadena Village Joins Community Partners in Vaccination Campaign
01/29/2024
Rumor of Humor #2403
01/28/2024
Pasadena Village Joins Two Healthy Aging Resource Projects
01/25/2024
Decluttering: Do It Now
01/24/2024
Village Volunteers Contribute to the Huntington Magic
01/24/2024
Villagers Creating Community
01/24/2024
Villagers Reflect on Black History Month
01/24/2024
Walk With Ease, 2024
01/24/2024
Wide Ranging Discussion on Current Issues
01/22/2024
Wide Ranging Discussion on Current Issues
01/22/2024
Rumor of Humor # 2402
01/21/2024
Rumor of Humor # 2401
01/15/2024
Re- Entry Programs, a Personal Experience
01/08/2024
Gardenias
By Edward A. RinderlePosted: 08/21/2023
She loved gardenias. I discovered this bit of information early in our courtship. Fortunately, I happened to have a gardenia shrub near the back door of my home.
Every once in a while, I would pick a particularly fragrant gardenia blossom, put it in a small bowl of water, and drive to work with it safely nestled in my cup holder. Jean's office was in the building next to mine, so I would trot over to her office door, excited about my gift. I knew she would love my gesture. I was never disappointed.
We married a few months later. I sold my home and moved into hers. Perhaps the biggest loss resulting from my move was the loss of the gardenia shrub. No problem, I had thought. We'd simply plant a new one.
We did, but getting the new shrub to thrive proved to be a daunting task. We tried, consulted the experts, and tried again. Eventually, to our dismay, we had to give up.
A few days later, on a walk around the neighborhood, we spotted a shrub covered with radiant white blossoms. We picked up our pace and indulged ourselves in that unmistakable fragrance. From that day on, whenever a walk took us near that home, we'd stop to enjoy those those beautiful gardenias.
Years went by, until one day we noticed that the neighbor's gardenia shrub had begun to show some disturbing signs. A branch would produce buds, all right, but they'd turn brown and fall to the ground before they could bloom. Then that branch stopped producing buds at all. Then the leaves dried out and fell, leaving only a crooked stick behind. Soon another branch suffered the same fate. Then another. I know the owner was trying to save that shrub. We saw signs of care, including feeding and pruning.
Coincidentally, as that gardenia shrub began to fade, so did my beloved Jean. Health issues began to descend upon her in seemingly rapid succession. We consulted several doctors and tried several treatments, always with hope for improvement.
But Jean's illnesses just got worse. Before long, she could no longer enjoy our walks. Now and then I took a walk alone, stopping at the gardenia shrub, seeking a blossom that would share its fragrance. Even if I found one, without Jean, the experience was bittersweet.
Then one day I discovered, much to my dismay, just empty space where the gardenia shrub once lived. Apparently our neighbor felt he had done all he could do.
A few weeks later, my dear Jean also passed away. I miss her terribly. But sometime in that twilight between wakefulness and sleep, I see a small bowl of water, a gardenia floating in it, and a radiant smile looking down as a cute little nose sniffed its perfume.
That scene fills me with gratitude for all the years I was able to spend with my dearest Jean, my heart's gardenia.