tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4926759868384604174.post7966094623387142913..comments2024-02-26T10:52:14.585-08:00Comments on Glimpses of South Pasadena: Close UpLaurie Alleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14460272282273523408noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4926759868384604174.post-14160586364436104872010-11-16T22:31:30.438-08:002010-11-16T22:31:30.438-08:00Yes!!!Yes!!!Laurie Alleehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14460272282273523408noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4926759868384604174.post-80983056755918730712010-11-16T14:11:18.107-08:002010-11-16T14:11:18.107-08:00It's where Snow White lives, of course!It's where Snow White lives, of course!Jean Spitzerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13520415864511680025noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4926759868384604174.post-39162210965462881562010-11-16T12:14:25.925-08:002010-11-16T12:14:25.925-08:00She nervously approached the door to the Edgewater...She nervously approached the door to the Edgewater Institute of Science and Philosophy. Laurie had no idea what a spiritual telegraph operator did, but she figured she'd learn on the job.Jonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01814635321993279916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4926759868384604174.post-86007494887947925852010-11-16T08:25:24.173-08:002010-11-16T08:25:24.173-08:00Maybe it's the cinematic theme to Laurie's...Maybe it's the cinematic theme to Laurie's post, but I see Abby and Martha Brewster of Arsenic an Old Lace behind this door, giving a lonely old gentleman some of their Elderberry wine...TheChieftesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00153059825142977202noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4926759868384604174.post-26017758886117062262010-11-16T05:59:50.579-08:002010-11-16T05:59:50.579-08:00This is where the city fathers used to meet for lu...This is where the city fathers used to meet for lunch and make back-door deals behind closed doors. Land grabbers, robber barons, mobsters... they were all there.Mister Earlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18405041951237611622noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4926759868384604174.post-54050685692521064462010-11-16T05:05:49.289-08:002010-11-16T05:05:49.289-08:00I thought of a boarding house run by a sweet white...I thought of a boarding house run by a sweet white haired lady with a bun at the nape of her neck. She makes homemade biscuits and even allows a one night stay for those who cannot pay. With the etched design on the door, it is come to be known as the Wreath House, where all are welcome.Judy Williamshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05081035351814381283noreply@blogger.com