We are so blessed to have a local food bank where we go once a month for necessities we otherwise could not afford. Today my husband George went along to see what I went through each month to bring him such things as toothpaste, bean soup, or a box of cookies.
Our local food bank is called Loaves and Fishes and run entirely by volunteers. It is for the aged, the poor and the disabled. Their mission is to provide good nutrition to those who most need it, and hopefully, prevent people from having to choose whether they buy their medications or buy food.
Take a look at who they are and what they do with this virtual tour: http://www.loavesandfishesnwok.org/virtual-tour.html
We generally arrive an hour and a half before they open the doors so we have a chance to get in the doors. We go once a month and I have never seen less than 50 people in line on the days I go. They are open every Monday through Friday of the month and have never seen them without a line of waiting people going around the building. It isn’t easy for some of us to stand for over an hour, yet you’d be amazed at the people who do so just to get the food. An 80-year-old woman with a walker…92-year-old gentleman with a cane pulling an oxygen tank behind him.
When Angie and Garry go with me, Garry carts around a few folding chairs so we can sit and wait. It’s always uncomfortable, yet always worth the effort.
It frustrates me to think of so many people in such a small town (we only have 48K people here) that need this food bank. I keep wishing there was a better way to feed people.
Loaves and Fishes also has a small farm that supplies their customers with fresh veggies and herbs..and also gives classes on gardening. It is called Faith Farm and everything is grown by still more volunteers. They often bring seeds or small plants to the food bank for us to grow at home. I have an eggplant from them that is growing like mad out back. It already has a lovely five-inch eggplant that is almost ready to pick and half a dozen baby ones.
The only thing I know to do with eggplant is make Baba ganoush
…….and I doubt George will eat it.
Regardless of what a pain in the patootie it is to wait an hour and a half, standing in the sun on a 101 degree day or during a snow storm, I am immensely grateful we have a food bank. Does your town or city have one and do you utilize their services?