![]() ![]() Meeting Juan by chance opened the door to the incredible world of floral design, and she never looked back. But by 2021, it was time to cut out the grinding commute and spend more time with her favorite person: her son Eli. And speaking of “class,” we hope to soon offer floral design classes for folks of all ages!ĭo you have memories or photos of Sherwood Florist you want to share? We’d love to hear from you! We want to keep collecting stories from current and former Claremontians about their experiences with this amazing business through the decades.Īfter 13 years of professional photography, digital restoration and archival work, Sean is no stranger to meticulous work that produces beautiful results. Some of the new additions will include a gift boutique and small photography studio, so we can share even more of that beloved Sherwood taste and class. There might be some changes on the periphery, but at its heart, Sherwood will be the same as it always was. Preserving the community that has blossomed around Sherwood through the decades is the most important thing for Sean and the DeLira family. Local resident Sean Tao began training with Juan in September 2021, and acquired the business in August 2022 and maintains close ties with the DeLira family while carrying their long tradition of floral artistry forward. In 1985, local entrepreneur Juan DeLira purchased the location and founded Claremont’s finest floral shop, Sherwood Florist, and a beloved cornerstone of the community was born. When the area’s citrus industry declined, the building became Spiers Garage. Though we’re located along Route 66, our building is actually older than America’s most famous highway by three years!įun fact: The river stones that comprise the exterior are affectionately called “Claremont potatoes.” Sherwood’s unique facade is a reminder of the rocky soil farmers had to overcome in the late 1800s and early 1900s to develop southern California’s legendary citrus groves. Our iconic stone structure with its red tile roof was built in 1923 for the Sterling Oil Spray Company, which served Claremont’s endless citrus orchards. How these sweet little toddlers who once had chubby little hands they’d place into ours, transform into these young men who kiss us on the forehead as they go, but there he was.Sherwood’s roots go almost as deep as the city of Claremont itself. I’m still not truly sure how this all happens so fast. ![]() This was my boy and not only was he handsome, he was a gentleman and well … a man. So my tears of both joy and pride stayed at bay. Gratefully her mother (whom I had just met in person that night) was right at my side. As he materialized with his girlfriend dressed for the occasion, I somehow held it all together. Suddenly the children that I had watched through this chapter, including Marg’s daughter now turned mother, was now my own. Thank goodness for being on the other side of that.Īnd so come Saturday, the surrealness of it all, became very real. More specifically, there’s extreme gratitude that our seniors have regained so much of what they missed for two very important years of high school. Perhaps it’s the things which we all know will soon follow: senior year, senior photos, all the senior things and holy cow is it possible … college?Īll that being said, I would be remiss if I did not equally acknowledge how thrilled I was for he and all the students of Oakdale High for not just getting to have a prom, but the ability to have one that looked “normal.” Coming out of the two years we have all weathered it was just so beautiful to not just see all the kids gussied up, but to see their beautiful smiles and faces – one hundred percent of the time. You know he is 17?” And while I knew he was right and had journeyed through the same chapter with his two children, it still truly surprised me … my baby was heading off to Prom. He being a guy, replied as simply as one would expect, “I think it’s cool babe. Truly taken aback by my emotion, I shared this with my guy. For the better part of the past decade, for sure, I have admired all the beautiful children of my friends all dolled up and off to prom via social media and text and here we are. What hit me however, was after quite literally decades of watching my family and friends prepare for this moment for their kids, our moment had now come. Oh sure, my son’s attire was well in place and ready to go, flowers had been ordered and evening plans were well in place. The reality is, what I came to realize Friday evening, as my guy and I traveled home from a nice dinner out was, I truly wasn’t actually prepared for this moment. ![]() So as Editor Marg Jackson chronicles her new chapter as Grammy, I’m still wrapping my mind around her beautiful daughter now being in the role of mommy. ![]()
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