Blog archive
February 2026
January 2026
BEACONS OF HOPE - The Dump Trucks of the Eaton Fire
01/29/2026
Exploring the Hidden Trails Together: The Pasadena Village Hiking Group
01/28/2026
Five Years of Transformative Leadership at Pasadena Village
01/28/2026
For Your Hearing Considerations: A Presentation by Dr. Philip Salomon, Audiologist
01/28/2026
Hearts & Limbs in Zambia
01/28/2026
Lost Trees of Altadena Return Home
01/28/2026
President's Message: WHY the Village Works
01/28/2026
TV: Behind the Scenes
01/28/2026
Trauma to Triumph
01/28/2026
1619 Group Reflects on Politics, Climate, and Democratic Strain
01/23/2026
How Pasadena Village Helped Me Rebuild After the Eaton Fire
01/10/2026
Status - January 6, 2026
01/06/2026
Lora's Return to Writing
By Lora Harrington-PridePosted: 08/18/2025
Dear Venerable Vintage Ones:
It seems I’m back. Dick Myers informed me that I was sent an email by a new member. It was published so I’m sure you’ve read it. I have not, due to my aversion to anything that denies human beings physical contact with one another. (I make exception to the written word.)
I received an I-pad from a grandson and I’m grudgingly learning to use it. With my low threshold for frustration, I shut it down quickly. I’m trying to reform.
Anyway, based on the reasons Dick encouraged me to take on this not so pleasant task, he was right.
Affirmation has come from the author of the E-mail, and verbally to me after/before my rushing to leave a shared poetry class at the Village.
Silence and lack of any response played a major part in my decision to give it up, but that has changed now.
A line from Johnny Mathis’ song, Arianne, says it for me:
“What a writer has to feel like, when he suddenly discovers he’s been read.”
Please Read. Be enlightened. Give your opinion, it is completely yours, and it doesn’t have to be agreed with.
Lora Harrington-Pride
8/5/25
Lora's Two New Posts Are:
Sanctity Denied: A Pasadena Story of Race and Silence
From a Pasadena grocery line to echoes of Dorothy Dandridge’s pool, this story exposes how racial injustice denies sanctity and dignity to Black lives.
A Midwest story unveils how “clean colored girls” became symbols of racism, lust, and silent complicity in 1950s America.
A family story of my father’s WWII friend Uncle Julian, who faced absurd segregation in America—where Africans were welcomed, but American Blacks denied.
