HaPPY HANUKKAH, Merry Christmas, HAPPY KWANZAA 

from your Mountain Views News Family! 

SATURDAY, DECEMBER 25, 2021 VOLUME 15 NO. 52VOLUME 15 NO. 52 
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HOLIDAYS 
HAPP Y 
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The Webb-Martin Group 
Artist Sonny Salsbury created this painting depicting snow in Sierra Madre at Christmas. His caption, “Wouldn’t It Be 
Nice?” reflects the sentiments of many a child and adult alike. Salsbury is also a Grammy nominated musician who was 
born in Pasadena. He is the brother of local businesswoman Judith Brandley, owner of Leonora Moss in Sierra Madre.
Imagine Snow In Sierra Madre For Christmas! 
THE CITY OF ANGELS 
By Craig Haikola 
"A true angel is always looking out 
for others and sharing the kindness of 
Heaven with earth." 
The sidewalks of Chicago were dirty 
that day, just as they exist most everyday of the summer. My father and I 
were strolling down a busy section of 
city, as we both stepped over an old 
tarnished penny. I suppose no one 
had given much thought about the 
penny, and certainly not enough to 
kneel down to insert a worthless cop-
per piece into their pocket. I do not 
know why my father spoke. Maybe 
it was one of those personal thoughts 
he was asking himself out loud, may-
be he want me to think about the val-
ue of money and that even a penny 
contained worth as it was earned by 
another person’s work, or maybe it 
was a combination of many things. “I 
do not know if I would reach down 
to pick up a dime,” he mysteriously 
spoke into the air. There was noth-
ing more he added, and I noticed an 
expression of disappointment in his 
face. I did not argue with his think-
ing. The sidewalk was trampled by 
shoes, and a full sterilization would 
be required for any object one dared 
to touch. 
The poignant pen of William Shake-
speare famously wrote, “The eyes are 
the window to your soul.” We habitu-
ally forget our conversations with 
people, but when we meet a unique 
pair of eyes, we seem to remember 
them. One of the most decorated 
covers of National Geographic is of a 
young nomadic girl with her deeply 
curious eyes. Without a single word,
her powerful story is compellingly 
spoken. 
I have always been interested in 
knowing where angels are physi-
cally found, for certainly, they are all 
around us. During the holiday season,
it is part of the Christmas story. An 
angel visits Mary and Joseph, and as 
the shepherds are tending their flocks 
by night, down into their camp enter 
the angels, announcing the birth of 
Jesus. “The Good Book” is filled with 
stories of angels, and there are times 
when angels are described as walk-
ing amongst us, observing our deeds. 
That echoes true to me, for the one 
aspect foreign to an angel of Heaven 
would be an imperfect world such as 
ours. Since we, and the visiting angels 
to Earth, have an important partner-
ship in the work of Heaven. 
It is a fascinating idea to imagine that 
angels learn something from us, and 
in certain circumstances, are given 
the power to assist. There are many 
times I have been in need of help. I 
have often thought God stationed a 
personal angel over me to observe the 
assistance and protection I required. 
The day will arrive when we shall all 
know the physical characteristics of 
an angel, but until that eternal mo-
ment of time, I do believe it is in the 
eyes. 
I was both blessed and cursed to have 
a job where I could arrive in the earlyhours of the morning. Los Angeles is 
almost empty at 5:00 a.m., and one 
encounters a different face of the 
city at that time of the day. The au-
tomobile traffic is light, the sidewalks 
are vacant, and the hustle and bustle 
of society is still slumbering in bed. 
I was only a couple of blocks awayfrom work as I exited the freeway. A 
gentle looking homeless man was off 
the curb, in the street. I could see an 
emptiness in his face, as though life 
and all of its joy and meaning were 
erased, and what remained were the 
great burdens carried alone without 
family or love. As I sat at the red light,
I watched as he stared off into an in-
visible place and time that I could not 
fully see, where the hardships of life 
actively haunted him. 
The place he was occupying in the 
street, the tattered clothes that hungfrom his shoulders, the unshaven face 
of stubble, compelled me to think 
of him in a certain way, but even 
amongst the darkness of that winter 
morning, with only a dim light above,
I was overcome by the bright and in-
viting light that radiated out from 
his eyes. They made me to think of 
Heaven. So I wondered, just maybe, 
this is an angel. I could not keep mymind off him that day, and I am sure 
I was supposed to say something to 
him – even if it was just a kind word 
to let him know that the world cared. 
I did none of that, much like the old 
penny of the street, so tarnished and 
‘The Spirit of The Season‘The Spirit of The Season 
SIERRA MADRE CANDLELIGHT WALK 
Photos by Dirk Bolle 
On Sunday, a beloved Sierra Madre holiday tradition returned -
the candlelight walk from St. Rita Church to the Nativity Scene 
in Kersting Court. Led by Monsignor Michael Bamberger, two 
youthful participants carried the Baby Jesus to the manger. 
Hundreds made the trek down Baldwin Ave. The event has al-
ways attracted a multi-denominational, multi-cultural audience 
and displays the very best of Sierra Madre where all differences 
are set aside to celebrate the holidays.