Blog archive
March 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
The Seasons, Autumn and Winter
By Lucinda HaagensonPosted: 12/14/2021
By LuCinda Haagenson
I have always enjoyed autumn. After a hot summer, the cooler weather is a welcome delight. In upstate New York this meant wearing a light weight jacket and raking leaves. I still love the smell of the dry fall leaves and the colors! Such glorious colors! I remember my brother, sister and I raking huge piles, just to run and jump in them. I have traveled back to New Your many times. I usually go in the fall to get my memories revived of the beautiful colors.
As a child, the best day ever was on a day when we would wake up and see new snow on the ground. It was so beautiful glistening in the sunlight! It looked like a magical world! We didn’t even want breakfast, but to hurry into our snow clothes, boots, hats and gloves. Mom insisted we had to have breakfast. We were the first to put our footprints in the snow, listening to the crunch. It was some unexplained kind of thrill. It was so exciting to discover how the snow had changed how everything looked. A wire fence that had been ordinary and ugly was now transformed, with snow resting on the edge of each wire, into something beautiful like lace. Trees that had looked naked after dropping their leaves, now looked like they had a white fur coat. Buildings had icicles hanging from the edge looking like icing on a cake. We always tasted them, pretending how delicious they tasted. The snow made everything so clean and quiet. After we explored our entire world (our and our neighbor’s farms), it was time to go in for lunch and get warmed up. After lunch, back out in the snow, we made snow angels, snowmen and forts for snowball fights.
One spring, my brother came home from the Army to celebrate Mom’s birthday, April 8th. We had a light slushy snow. It was very unusual to have snow so late. My brother helped us make a totem pole. It was a special day.
In the fall of 1962 my parents decided it was time to leave New York and move to California. The most beautiful farewell to the winter snow came as a delightful surprise as I was visiting my cousin to say goodbye. We were out walking in her neighborhood when it started snowing, big, beautiful, fluffy snowflakes; the kind that stuck to our face and eyelashes. It was a sight that I have never forgotten.