For the numerous writers dwelling in Altadena when the Eaton hearth erupted final January, the flames took their homes, their locations of refuge and inspiration, their neighborhood gathering facilities and their archives. Houses of actual writers and of fictional characters perished. The place the place writer Naomi Hirahara grew up on McNally Avenue, the place her novice sleuth Mas Arai additionally lived, is gone. Michelle Huneven’s character in her novel “Blame” would’ve misplaced her dwelling on Concha, however the Samuelson household in her newest novel, “Bug Hollow,” lived in a house far west sufficient in Altadena to stay. Huneven’s two homes burned down, together with the house of her next-door neighbor and shut good friend, the Altadena historian Michele Zack. The neighborhoods the place Octavia E. Butler lived, in addition to her characters Dana and Kevin from her novel “Kindred,” have been deeply affected. Out of 5 members of Alta Writers, a gaggle of girls who gathered every month at author Désirée Zamorano’s home on Mount Curve for a potluck and a writing immediate, solely Zamorano’s home continues to be standing.
The 12 months 2025 now holds two vital deadlines: life earlier than the fireplace, and after it. A 12 months after the devastation, most are nonetheless displaced. Some have discovered a groove once more, writing of their non permanent properties, whereas others have but to return to their observe, consumed by the logistics of loss and relocation and out of step with their routines.
We talked with a handful of native writers about what they liked about Altadena, what they miss, and the way their writing has been affected by this profound occasion and life in its wake.
Bonnie S. Kaplan
For 9 years earlier than the fireplace, poet and educator Bonnie S. Kaplan had lived in a rented courtyard bungalow on Maiden Lane, strolling distance from Eliot Center College, the place she taught poetry via Purple Hen Press. Kaplan, who has a background in efficiency artwork and comedy, was within the technique of digitizing her video work from graduate faculty however didn’t end in time. Now it’s all misplaced to time together with every part, together with the remainder of her work — pictures, writings and the journals of her associate, Sylvia Sukop, who was storing them in Kaplan’s storage. Kaplan misplaced cherished private collections, a few of which she’s been curating since childhood: 45s from the ’60s in mint situation that she began amassing close to the Ashby BART in Berkeley within the ’80s, beneficial comedian books that she had purchased off the rack as a child and classic skateboards.
Poet and educator Bonnie S. Kaplan, a survivor of the Eaton hearth, sits inside her one-room studio condo in Studio Metropolis.
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For 48 years, Kaplan rode a fiberglass skateboard. “Nothing like you see today,” she says. “For sidewalk surfing — it’s almost like dance for me. Altadena, where I lived, east of Lake, had the most buttery streets for skateboarding. I miss that. I miss the trees and the history there.”
On Jan. 23, she posted on a Fb group for collectors of Seventies skateboards to see if anybody may join her to a mid-’70s Bahne with Highway Rider wheels and Bennett vehicles.
The Fb group ended up shopping for her the identical board she’d misplaced. “They so came through for me,” she says via tears. “These were strangers.”
Years in the past, Kaplan and Sukop lived on Ganesha Avenue in east Altadena, the place Kaplan lovingly tended a backyard of present roses that had been planted by the earlier tenant, a recording secretary for the native rosarian society. The Eaton hearth received so far as the storage of the home on Ganesha, however the roses, surrounded by asphalt, survived. Not too long ago the present tenants referred to as Kaplan to let her know that the homeowners plan to tear out the rose backyard to make room for his or her new storage.
Days after the fireplace, Kaplan began writing a stand-up routine. Almost a 12 months later, she nonetheless continues it in the case of her. “It’s exclusively about the fire and loss and resilience,” she says over espresso at Cindy’s espresso store in Eagle Rock. One of many diner home windows is painted in memoriam to its sibling restaurant, Fox’s, on North Lake Avenue, with a big crimson coronary heart and the phrases “Altadena In Our Hearts Forever, Fox’s 1955–2025.” “The comedy is unexpected and very me. It’s how I survive. Humor has always been a survival mechanism for Jewish people but also me. This I wrote right away.”
Issues I’m glad have been destroyed when the Eaton Hearth burned every part I personal
Thirty kilos of soiled laundryold love letters insisting that I’m too muchtax returns I didn’t have to savethe container of adaptors, chargers, and cordsfor nothing I presently ownedmaterials from conferences I slept throughunused hair gel, mousse, and glitter nail polishmy late mom’s denturesa cracked window my landlord by no means fixedlong-expired kibble my cats refused to eatan uncanceled Hitler postage stampfrom my Jewish grandfather’s stamp album.
–Bonnie S. Kaplan
Michelle Huneven
Altadena-born novelist Michelle Huneven and her husband, Jim Potter, misplaced the 2 properties they owned to the Eaton hearth, only a few months earlier than Huneven’s newest novel, “Bug Hollow,” a couple of household in Altadena, was launched. They’ve settled briefly in Echo Park whereas within the technique of rebuilding their properties. “There’s just so much to do,” says Huneven over tea on Lincoln Avenue after a hike within the Arroyo Seco together with her good friend and neighbor, the Altadena historian and writer of “Altadena: Between Wilderness and City,” Michele Zack.
Novelist Michelle Huneven at her non permanent dwelling close to Elysian Park in Los Angeles after shedding her dwelling in Altadena within the Eaton hearth.
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Zack and Huneven met on the primary day of ninth grade at John Muir Excessive College and have been neighbors in west Altadena for the final 24 years, the place they’d mountain climbing, strolling and tea rituals collectively. “One of the things I miss most is Michele has this surprise laugh that I could hear from my house,” says Huneven.
Together with the house workplace the place she wrote 4 books, Huneven misplaced all of her journals, her library and previous computer systems with recordsdata and images that weren’t wherever else. After the fireplace, she stopped writing as a result of she had a lot on her plate. “I was getting really depressed and was having PTSD where I’d remember a pair of shoes, burned up! Remembered a pan, burned up! And each time I’d just flash on the fire and it was just really getting bad and I was really depressed. And then I broke my foot. And the second I broke my foot, I cheered up. Sometimes you get a shock and it changes you, but also I had time to write because I couldn’t do anything. I couldn’t move, so I wrote a couple of short stories, started a new novel, and I cheered right up.”
Again at her property, the yard between her two homes is generally intact, together with a Hachiya persimmon tree, which in December was heavy with fruit, comforting lanterns within the charred panorama, signaling season. “With everything erased we have a view of the mountains that we never had,” she says. “And there’s lots of coyote scat — they’re just marauding around. The lizards are back and some of my roses survived.”
Sakae Manning
Storyteller Sakae Manning was accustomed to Altadena earlier than she and her husband moved there 35 years in the past — his household had historical past in west Altadena and his maternal grandmother had lived there for some time. They purchased their dwelling on West Terrace Road, which was alleged to be a starter dwelling, raised their kids there, and by no means left. “I just immediately fell in love with my community and my neighborhood,” she says. “The fact that we lived right at the base of the San Gabriel Mountains — for a writer, for a creative person, it was magical to be able to look at the mountains every day. My first short story was set in Altadena and based on the Santa Ana winds and a woman and a change in her life.”
Author Sakae Manning at her non permanent condo in Pasadena.
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Manning’s dwelling had a local backyard — she wished her yard to mirror what was within the mountains simply past her home — and she or he believes that these crops helped deal with the fireplace. “The plants in my yard burned but they didn’t catch my house on fire. Palm fronds caught on fire and exploded and caught houses on fire. There’s a bush we have that held the wall of my son’s room in place. The live oaks saved people’s homes and acted like a canopy of fire retardant. They are native to this land and have a purpose.” The night time of the Eaton hearth, Manning was drying ceremonial sage on her porch. “My grandfather was Choctaw and he always taught us to live with nature. If we’d learn to listen and look and feel instead of trying to control, more of our houses would still be here.”
Manning’s neighborhood was devastated by the fireplace. Half a block from her home, Anthony Mitchell Sr. and his son Justin died ready for first responders to assist them evacuate. “There’s a lot of people in my area — you can go block by block — who died,” she says.
Manning is Nisei and Choctaw and her husband, Antonio, is African American, and she or he discovered Altadena to mirror the neighborhood she wished to be part of. “We’ve had multiracial relationships in our family for eons,” she says. “I wanted to live in a community where my kids would grow up and see people who looked like them. Our community was composed of people who did everything from being a handyperson to a teacher or an artist. I live across the street from my own plumber and he grew up on this street with my kids. My neighbor is an engineer and I can talk to him about astronomy and he helps me with understanding the sky. The woman who cut my hair lived across the street and she’d sometimes cut my hair in her house.”
Manning made relationships with different writers via Girls Who Submit, a neighborhood of girls and nonbinary writers, and is a part of Alta Writers, a gaggle of girls who gathered month-to-month to write down and socialize on the dwelling of novelist Désirée Zamorano. Manning liked writing on her porch in Altadena or at close by Cafe de Leche.
She says one among her favourite issues about Altadena was the privateness it offered. “When we moved there, to everyone who said, where is that?, I said, it’s a place you’re going, it’s the destination. You’re not passing through. People know how to give each other privacy but still be community.”
“You might wave to someone from their porch, but I didn’t necessarily go up and talk to them, because people do want their privacy and we respect that. But we also help each other. When someone dies, people bring food. We didn’t have each other’s phone numbers because we would just walk outside and talk to them.”
Manning has solely not too long ago began to write down once more since shedding her dwelling. She has a transparent perspective of what she’s going to write down about, which isn’t essentially concerning the hearth, she says, however how she views life in another way. “I can write because I feel more settled now and can see the mountains.”
Ashton Cynthia Clarke
Author and storyteller Ashton Cynthia Clarke remembers the primary time she visited Altadena.
“My ex-husband and I had visited a friend of his, who happened to live in Altadena, and I had never heard of the community before that, but we were standing in the street at the top of Lake Avenue, and from there, we could see down into the city. I swear we could see all the way over to the beach. And I asked my husband, ‘Where are we?’ And he said, ‘Altadena.’”
Author Ashton Cynthia Clarke, who previously lived in west Altadena earlier than her home burned down within the Eaton hearth, stands on the balcony of her new condo in Los Angeles.
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Just a few years later, in 1999, they purchased a home there. “It was an incredibly beautiful environment,” she recollects. “I could see the mountains clearly, standing in the middle of the street, from my kitchen windows, from my backyard.”
Clarke is presently dwelling in Bunker Hill and says she misses mountain climbing probably the most. A New York Metropolis native, Clarke had no expertise mountain climbing earlier than shifting to west Altadena, the place she may stroll to the Gabrielino Path. “It was a beautiful hike. It passed through a campground, it passed through little streams. And I remember seeing Black kids and brown kids hiking and camping and I realized those weren’t exclusively white activities. It just really struck me. I used that example in a storytell that I did later, when I talked about coming from New York and never having camped before. I remembered a quote from Mae Jemison, who was our first Black female astronaut, and she was also a physician, and she had spoken once about the environment and how it was a Black issue as well and how many children she had seen that had asthma and related issues. And seeing those kids out there, more or less in the wild and enjoying the environment, really spoke to me.”
Désirée Zamorano
Author and educator Désirée Zamorano recollects the depth of the time surrounding the Eaton hearth final 12 months, bookended by political stress, which hasn’t ceased. Her second novel, “Dispossessed,” based mostly on the Mexican repatriation program of the Nineteen Thirties, was printed a couple of months earlier than the fireplace and the ramping up of mass deportations of immigrants from the US.
Author Désirée Zamorano together with her cat Ziggy at dwelling in Lengthy Seashore.
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“It was a triple whammy, you know, the election, the fire and then the inauguration. And even during the election, once the election was called, it’s like, OK, I’m going to enjoy life every day. And then the fire happens and it’s like, holy s—, I am going to enjoy life every day.”
The home Zamorano and her husband bought in 1998 is without doubt one of the few nonetheless standing on her road a block away from Farnsworth Park. After the fires they landed in a long-term rental in Lengthy Seashore to be nearer to her instructing job at Cal State Lengthy Seashore.
“I miss Altadena. It’s a very hard thing to balance,” she says. “I feel like I should be grateful because my house is standing and I have a safe place. When you live somewhere for 26 years and you leave, not by choice, it’s very hard. For years my husband would say, ‘We need to downsize; and I would say, ‘You’re gonna have to drag me kicking and screaming out of this house.’ Well, that’s what happened.”
Zamorano was enmeshed locally of Altadena, each as an educator and as a author. When she and her husband moved there, she was instructing at Jefferson Elementary. She was a part of a author’s group that met on the Espresso Gallery on Lake Avenue, a beloved espresso store with a live performance venue behind, the place she had many mates.
“My big takeaway from the fire was people are better than you think they are. Really and truly. Of my writer’s group in Altadena, four of the five, their homes are gone … and the support everyone received was just beautiful, and I remember going up three weeks after the fire… I drove down Lake and this woman is holding up a sign saying Free Food World’s Food Kitchen and I’m like, oh my God, look at her, she’s just holding up that sign for all of us.”
Zamorano’s writing group nonetheless meets informally. “That’s the other thing with this fire,” she says. “It’s a diaspora, you know, people have flung to different parts. I’m in Long Beach. My friends are in Studio City or Burbank or Downey. That is not Altadena.”
Wrightson is a author, editor and oral historian who has spent nearly all of her life dwelling on the Altadena border.
