From the Desk of the Publisher

Honoring – and Honorary – Falcons

 

As most of you know, we who live in the Crescenta Valley are a proud breed. We’re proud of our schools, our teams, our clubs, our community. That this pride is shared throughout the valley is probably one of the reasons people are eager to settle down here and why many sink such deep roots.

Now, as you might remember, I wasn’t born in the Crescenta Valley but just over the hill in Sun Valley. I am not a Falcon but a parrot – a Poly Parrot. I attended John H. Francis Polytechnic High School. But I married a Falcon and gave birth to four more. Steve attended La Crescenta Elementary School until third grade, then Monte Vista Elementary, Rosemont Middle and Crescenta Valley High School. Our four boys went to Monte Vista Elementary, Rosemont Middle and Crescenta Valley High School. Even my granddaughter attends Lincoln. So, yes the Goldsworthy family bleeds Falcon blue.

Robin Goldsworthy is the publisher of the Crescenta
Valley Weekly. She can be
reached at robin@cvweekly.com
or (818) 248-2740.

And you might be familiar with the phrase, “Once a Falcon, Always a Falcon.” That truth was evident on Saturday night when I attended Steve’s 40th high school reunion.

To be frank, I was reluctant to go; after all, I’m not a Falcon. But from the moment I stepped across the threshold at the Brookside Country Club, I could almost feel my red blood turn blue as I stood in a sea of Falcons. And friendly Falcons at that.

It was interesting and wonderful to see the years melt away as friends picked up conversations as if they had only missed seeing each other by a day or two rather than decades. And surprisingly (or perhaps not), I was greeted by name by more than one person who avidly reads the Crescenta Valley Weekly. To know that readers who have lived up here most of their adult lives appreciate the paper and approve of its content is very rewarding. Makes me feel like an honorary Falcon.

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On Friday, I said goodbye to another honorary Falcon. Dave Miller was 93 and lived on La Crescenta Avenue. His sons – Mark, Scott and Bruce – were Falcons, too; in fact, Mark was on the winning football team back in the ’70s. The boys still live in La Crescenta.

During the reception following his graveside service on Friday afternoon, we had a chance to hear some stories about Dave. He was described as a good neighbor who valued his family above all else. He was also a man who didn’t put up with a lot of nonsense.

Case in point: Dave was a loyal reader of the CV Weekly but if we didn’t get that paper up on his driveway first thing Thursday morning I’d hear about it. And his delivery person was my son Danny, who also knew “Pops,” and is close friends with Pops’ grandson Ben. I told Dave that Danny was his delivery person and I would “knock him upside the head” if he didn’t get the paper where it needed to be. That satisfied him and, thankfully, Danny never failed to get that Thursday paper right where it needed to be, avoiding getting “knocked upside the head.”

RIP, Dave.