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March 2026
My Home For Now
03/30/2026
My Home for Now
03/30/2026
Black History Month: Poetry Reading Brings Community Together
03/26/2026
Do I Really Need a Will and/or a Trust?
03/26/2026
Everybody Needs a Blankie
03/26/2026
Fire Recovery Grants – Giving Back to the Community
03/26/2026
Kickoff: Prepared 50+ Emergency Preparedness
03/26/2026
President’s Message: Volunteering to Build Community
03/26/2026
The Birth of an Archive for Pasadena Village
03/26/2026
Too Smart to be Scammed?
03/26/2026
“I DIDN’T KNOW THAT!” A Refresher Course
03/26/2026
Across the Waiting Room
03/11/2026
February 2026
Refresh and Refocus 1619: Continuing the Dialogue
02/28/2026
Status - February 28, 2026
02/28/2026
AI Presentation
02/26/2026
Exploring the “Cheech”
02/26/2026
Mary Mejia is Here to Make a Difference
02/26/2026
One Year On
02/26/2026
President’s Message – March 2026
02/26/2026
Support Groups: Who, What, When, Where, and Why?
02/26/2026
Volunteering, Belonging, and the Power of Connection
02/21/2026
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
Unbreak My Heart
By Lora Harrington-PridePosted: 08/23/2025
During WW2, in which my father served, he met and befriended a man whom the authorities did not want to place with the Blacks in the segregated quarters because he looked Chinese. He finally proved that he was Black and was placed.
After the war Daddy and his friend remained close once they learned they were both from Ohio. He became an honorary uncle to me and my siblings.
(He was Uncle Julian to us.) Uncle Julian moved to Washington D.C. where he met and married a surgical nurse, while he held a job as a waiter serving a restaurant frequented by the members of Congress. He had high earnings due to the generous tips given to him by these men.
He told my parents of an incident that took place where he worked, that confused and puzzled me when I eavesdropped, overhearing it.
A group of Black men were denied entry and were tuned away at the door. “Blacks were not allowed.”
The offended men went to the African Embassy and registered their complaint. It turned out that these men were Africans.
The restaurant was contacted and informed, whereupon the African men were contacted, given profuse apologies, with the explanation that American Blacks were not allowed, and that they were unaware that they were not such, and the same.
They were given entry and were served graciously.
American Blacks were not allowed! The ones who built America. The ones who gave their lives on the front lines to protect and defend America, the Country where they were born, were not allowed?
Lora Harrington-Pride
8/8/25
*To see Lora's latest writings, see her Return to Writing post.
