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Community Action and Mutual Aid
We are building something important, a community-led mutual aid effort.
As we begin this work, we are already seeing how diverse the needs are:
- Seniors and disabled neighbors without adequate support
- People struggling with heat, broken pipes, or unsafe housing
- Neighbors who need rides, food, clothing, or basic home repairs
Many existing programs and nonprofits are overwhelmed and underfunded. But as a community, we have skills, time, resources, and care that can help fill those gaps.
*Some of us have extra firewood.
*Some have HVAC, plumbing, or carpentry skills.
*Some can offer rides, deliver meals, or check in regularly.
And just as importantly, this is not a one-way street. Often, the people who need help in one area can offer help in another. This is how real community grows.
There are also many smaller, niche action groups already working on the mountain. By linking together, we can create a larger, more connected mutual aid network, one that will evolve as we listen, learn, and respond together.
Moving Forward Together
This is not a short-term fix. It’s a commitment to showing up, listening, and caring for one another while continuing to demand better from our institutions. For now, we are the boots on the ground. We are the safety net while we fight to strengthen the system.
We are neighbors helping neighbors.
If you’re interested in helping, email us at MountainBearDemSecretary@gmail.com
Thank you for your kind heart and your willingness to step up for our neighbors.
Crestline's Little Dirty Secret
Jessica............................................
I met Jessica through IHSS, a state program that pays caregivers to help vulnerable people in our community. The first time we met, she waited for me outside. Her hair was gray and so thin I could almost see through it. She was hunched over, fragile—but confident. She directed me to take her to the store.
Inside, it became clear she couldn’t walk the aisles. She sat in the Goodwin’s lounge area while I ran around grabbing what she needed, bringing items back for her approval. She was a strict vegan, and I had no idea what I was doing. We laughed a little.
When we got home, I offered to help put the groceries away. The outside of her house looked like a hundred unfinished projects and a lifetime of good intentions. A bucket of rotten food sat by the trash cans. My mind raced: maggots (I hate maggots), bears… and then the question I didn’t want to ask—what does the inside look like?
At the door, Jessica thanked me, took the groceries, turned around boldly and said, “Call me tomorrow,” and shut the door.
There is more to this story—blood, children, lawyers, and more maggots—but I’ll spare you the details. Within a week, Jessica was dead.
Buz......................................................
I met Buz through a friend who lived in the trailer park. He was a veteran, just a few doors down. We tried to get him signed up for IHSS. The red tape was unreal—forms, interviews, waiting, more forms. What we expect an elderly person with a flip phone to navigate is absurd. Even worse, a veteran on Social Security didn’t qualify.
So I found another way.
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Buz hadn’t had a car in five years. He survived on food from the liquor store because that’s as far as he could walk. Over time, we became friends—playing cards, watching Bar Rescue (his favorite).
The first time I took him to Operation Provider, our incredible local food bank, we drove along Highway 18. The look on his face—astonishment, awe, relief—I realized he hadn’t been to the Rim in over five years. I watched a man rediscover freedom.
He used to be a biker, so I started putting the top down on my red convertible. Wind, sunshine, the good old days. My favorite part was driving back into the trailer park and seeing the looks on people’s faces as we cruised in together.
Steve....................................................................
Steve always sat outside his trailer with his dog. A gentle, kind man. I’d bring him leftover food Buz didn’t want, and his face would light up every time.
I asked if he wanted to go to Operation Provider. He said yes immediately—his car had been broken for years. As I got to know him, the truth came out: no heat for winter, no hot water to bathe, serious medical needs.
Another soul lost. Another neighbor forgotten.
This mountain is full of abandoned souls.
They need food. Heat. Medical care. Dignity.
They are hidden deep in the forest—or sitting right in front of us, in the trailer park behind the Post Office. You see them walking every day. And every day, they are ignored.
There are too many for me to save alone.
If you want to help, please email me:
MountainBearDemSecretary@gmail.com
—Holiday
This mountain is full of abandoned souls.
They need food. Heat. Medical care. Dignity.
They are hidden deep in the forest—or sitting right in front of us, in the trailer park or back in the woods. You see them walking every day. And every day, they are ignored. There are too many to save alone.
Please attend the next MAC meeting and ask our local government what they are doing for our neighbors in need.Municipal Advisory Council (MAC) is a citizen group that advises the San Bernardino County Board of Supervisors on matters affecting the Mountain community. It discusses local issues like road conditions, public safety, and community projects, and its members are appointed to provide input on public works, planning, and quality of life concerns. Meetings are held publicly and are open to residents who can attend to ask questions and share concerns.
