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Food nurtures a community

Two men in Pasadena feed the needy and build a strong bond

April 15, 2011|Sandy Banks
  • Dinner is served at the Jackie Robinson Center in Pasadena.
Dinner is served at the Jackie Robinson Center in Pasadena. (Michael Robinson Chavez,…)

There's a sign-in sheet at the door, with a note asking everyone to "Please limit yourself to one plate." But nobody seems to be keeping track.

Joslyn Wyatt went through the dinner line twice, loading up on tri-tip and rice as if she didn't know when she would eat again. She has been homeless, off and on, for eight years; a free hot meal is never a given.

Helen Shen made more than one trip to the buffet too, but not because the meal was free. "This is very good food," Shen said, settling in between a scruffy, scar-faced stranger and her 92-year-old mother, who doesn't speak English but has learned to recognize good macaroni and cheese.

Across from them, William Fishburn was too full to move. The 24-year-old and his girlfriend, Kathleen Westra, 23, have been crashing at the home of friends. "I haven't eaten like this since I can remember," Fishburn said. "My stomach doesn't know what to do." Westra nodded, plowing through her third bowl of ice cream.

Locals consider this dinner venue — the Jackie Robinson Center in Pasadena — the soul of a shifting community. Northwest Pasadena is best understood "if you think of South-Central in Los Angeles," said Jarvis Emerson, director of the center, which offers everything from tutoring to drug treatment to aerobics for seniors, as well as the Wednesday night dinners.

The meals are provided by the Pasadena Food Bank, a small group of local do-gooders. Dinner began in December with 40 guests; last week almost 200 showed up. I've visited twice and was struck both times by the eclectic crowd: families straight from work and day care, elderly women in jewelry and leisure wear, homeless men with vacant stares.

"If you walk through the door," said food bank board member Walter Jackson, "we feed you."

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Jackson has seen the empty cupboards behind Pasadena's broad front porches. He spent years visiting strangers' homes as a locksmith and, later, as a volunteer delivering meals to the homebound. "You see grandma with no money; her son stole it for drugs. A family with a kitchen in shambles; the kids sleeping on a mattress on the living room floor."

Twenty years ago, Jackson set up an impromptu cold weather shelter in a vacant building. Dozens of hungry people showed up. "We went door-to-door in Pasadena, asking restaurants to help feed them," he said. "And everyone — until we got to Robin — said 'no.'"

Robin is Robin Salzer, owner of Robin's Wood Fire B-B-Q and Grill, a Pasadena institution for almost 30 years. "When we knocked on his door, he opened his arms," said Jackson. "Told me: 'What do you want? Spare ribs? Baked beans? Here's some money to get whatever else you need.'"

Jackson delivers the story with lingering disbelief. "Here's this white man that I don't even know. And he said 'As long as I've got food, you've got food.' Night after night, he kept us going."

Winter passed and the shelter closed. The two men lost touch but reconnected four years ago when Salzer ran for Pasadena's City Council. He lost the election but found a friend. "And I realized that I didn't have to be in a swivel chair to help," Salzer said.

They're an odd couple at first glance, this slow-moving, yarn-spinning son of the South and the peripatetic businessman from Minnesota. But after an evening in their company, I see parallels that cinch their bond.

Jackson came to Los Angeles from Grady, Ala., with a ninth-grade education and the work ethic of a farmer. He left a truck repair job that paid $1.25 an hour and landed a gig here washing Greyhound buses for $3.75 an hour. "I figured I'd work a few weeks, make some money and go back home," he said. Instead, his new boss offered to move his family here from Alabama.

He bought a house — $3,700 for five bedrooms on Marengo Avenue — and launched a key-making company that thrived for 39 years. Retirement left him comfortable but bored. Volunteer work now fills that void.

Salzer grew up in a working-class section of Milwaukee. He took a dishwashing job at IHOP the day he turned 16 and purchased the restaurant seven years later. A visit to his sister in California convinced him to cash out and head west. He staked his future on a shuttered coffee shop and turned it into a barbecue spot lauded by such foodies as Rachel Ray.

He remembers when Jackson showed up at his door. "We had just come through a hard time," he said. "I'd almost lost the restaurant. There were weeks I didn't have enough to make payroll. But my employees trusted me. We pulled through.

"Walt gave me a chance to give back," Salzer said. "He couldn't have known it on that night, but I knew a little about struggling."

Now he knows enough about success to provide free meals for hundreds every Wednesday.

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Northwest Pasadena knows a lot about struggling. In Jackson's 57 years living there, he's seen his community battered by crime, drugs and social dysfunction. "People got scattered, got scared," he said. "You had the feeling that no one cared."

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