Hunger Is Not a Disease

Wednesday Afternoon Pantry Opening Ceremonies

Every Wednesday, when the barn shopping was happening, I walked up to the pantry entrance. The shoppers always parted and allowed me space to get to the door.
“Hello.”
“How are you doing?”
“I haven’t seen you in awhile. How are you doing today?”
“How is your neck doing? Have you got that operation scheduled yet?”
Every Wednesday afternoon, at exactly 3:00 p.m., I unlocked the small basement door in the side of the Woodstock Reformed Church. There was a ceremony to this. I entered the building accompanied by two volunteers. We then worked rapidly to get things ready for the shoppers. I turned the lights in the pantry room and the hallway on. The doors to the Items of Dignity closet were opened.
The outside building door of the Woodstock Reformed Church opened into a small foyer area with a stairway to the second floor and another door leading into the hallway itself.
No one connected with the pantry was allowed to linger in the foyer.
No one connected to the pantry was allowed to stand, sit, or walk up and down the stairs.
No one connected with the pantry was allowed to leave packages in the foyer.
No one connected with the pantry was allowed to place cardboard in the foyer.
In short, the foyer was kept open, free of anything or anyone at all times.
The door in the foyer opened into the hallway which was about fifty feet long and about eight feet wide. This is where all the action was.
As we walked through the foyer to the hallway, we worked rapidly to prepare for the crowd of hopeful people outside the door.
The door to the pantry was immediately to the right at the beginning of the hallway. Three feet beyond the pantry entrance was another door…to a room no one was allowed to enter: the handicap bathroom.
Two volunteers, usually Rich Allen and Prasida Kay, would fire upn the computer and make sure the sign in table was ready while I ran into the pantry and quickly checked everything one last time.
Maritza broke out of the line, entered the hallway and stood at the Items of Dignity closet. She speaks no English but she has a beautiful smile and definitely knows how to distribute toilet paper and razors.
“Okay out there?”
“I’m fine”. Rich
“Wait Thurman. We need another couple of minutes.” Prasida
“Okay guys. It’s a go…GO.” I stood at the entrance to the pantry room.
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Peace and food for all.
Thurman Greco