IMG_5593Podges Claremont Juice Co., a 20-year mainstay on Yale, recently commissioned Janine Hattas Wilson to create two murals for their back patio walls.

In a tribute to the town’s agricultural past and the century-old status of the building housing Podge’s, Ms. Hattas Wilson has opted to paint a scene of local citrus workers in the early 20th century, reported the Claremont Courier.

With the recent summer-like weather in So Cal, it is worth a visit to Podges for a smoothie and to sit in the shade, listen to the fountain, and enjoy Claremont’s new murals.



This poem comes from Kenneth Koch’s book Wishes, Lies and Dreams, in which he works with children to create poetry.

My Favorite Color

My favorite color is orange. Everything is orange. Trees are orange, birds are orange, snow is orange, grass, you, me and goats, rain, sky and many more things. I like orange because it is a light color. Orange is like a melody singing by. Orange reminds me of floating in air. That’s why orange is my favorite color.

Mayra Morales

Playing Outside

Today Claremont’s Wheeler Park has new playground equipment which is like most new structures for children – lots of plastic.

When I was a child, and even when my own children were young, our playgrounds had see-saws, also called teeter-totters, merry-go-rounds, steel slides and other equipment which could possibly cause great bodily harm. This poem by local poet Lucia Galloway perfectly captures the excitement of playing on the see-saw:

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To read the entire poem and other poems about another time, visit her website and check out her chapbook called Playing Outside.

New Little Free Library – Dickinson

In all this book lover’s reporting on Claremont’s Little Free IMG_5573Libraries, never has there been a Grand Opening of one of these treasures. Until now. The kind owners of this local book exchange live at 406 Springfield (just south of Arrow Hwy) and hosted a neighborhood party to showcase their official Little Free Library (registered at

Not only does the official box have a nice selection of reading material, it also has doggie treats and a little guest book to sign, as well as a bench.


The party included a bookmark-making station and a nice spread of goodies, as well as a table full of books for the taking.

You can follow this library on Instagram under Claremontlittlefreelibrary.

Of course, this was the first poem that popped into my mind about books.

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Spring Celebration and William Blake

With Easter so late this year, Claremont’s Annual Spring Celebration enjoyed beautiful weather with plenty of sun on Saturday. Memorial Park hosted

games and face painting

a petting zoo with the traditional spring alpaca

and children waiting in great expectation

for the 60-second Easter Egg Grab

William Blake perhaps didn’t foresee this type of spring celebration, but he knew about happy sounds, and the eternal joy and sweetness of little boys and little girls.

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Sketched in Stone: Oh, Lovely Rock

IMG_4698My former neighbor, Dawn Grimes, spoke last week at a Rembrandt Club meeting at Pomona College. She has been painting buildings and other structures on rocks for over a decade. It may sound a little odd, but once you see one of her creations, you will want one for yourself.

You can find her art at her website sketchedinstone. What is particularly important to her in her art are the stories of the people connected with the houses, schools, churches, college buildings and other things she paints on the rocks.

Each work includes a kite symbolizing “flying high and reaching for your dreams.”


Dawn’s rock of Claremont’s City Hall is available for viewing in City Hall whenever the building is open.


Robinson Jeffers’ poem Oh, Lovely Rock conveys the endurance of rocks:

I shall die, and my boys

Will live and die, our world will go on through its rapid

   agonies of change and discovery; this age will die,

And wolves have howled in the snow around a new

   Bethlehem: this rock will be here, grave, ernest,

   not passive: the energies

That are its atoms will still be bearing the whole

   mountain above:

The entire poem can be read here.