How It All Began

A Tribute to Gloria Robinson, By Faith Ross

Gloria told me about her dream to start a Black organization in Petaluma—one that would bring Black families together for social connection and cultural celebration, and help share Black history and heritage with the wider community. She was deeply concerned that Black history was not being taught in the schools.

I told her that her idea was inspiring, though I hardly knew anyone in Petaluma beyond my own street. We exchanged phone numbers, and within a few days, Gloria called me. We talked for a long time as she shared stories about the people she knew in Petaluma and Santa Rosa. Before long, she invited me to several meetings in Santa Rosa. Gloria always drove—never on the freeway, but on back roads she knew well. She didn’t like the freeway, but she certainly knew her way around Sonoma County and was always on the move.

Toward the end of 1977, Gloria arranged a meeting at Casa Grande High School that brought together Black residents of Petaluma, county officials, community organizations, and leaders from Santa Rosa’s Black community. After that meeting, I realized how well connected Gloria was—and how completely committed she was to turning her vision into reality.

By 1978, Petaluma Blacks for Community Development (PBCD) was on its way. We held our first Black History Program and organized a picnic that brought together over fifty families. We hand-printed the flyers ourselves and invited every Black person we could find. The day was filled with laughter, joy, and a sense of belonging. Lifelong friendships were formed that day.

Gloria and I remained close friends through the years—working side by side on PBCD events, taking part in community organizations, and simply enjoying life. Gloria served on more boards and worked with more groups than I could ever list, always giving her time and energy to make our community stronger.

Gloria Robinson’s legacy will live on for generations to come. I will remember her not only for her unwavering commitment to community, but also for her deep faith and her zest for life. Gloria and I attended the same church, Petaluma Christian Church, for most of the time we knew each other. She lived her faith every day—with purpose, joy, and love.