Hunger Is Not a Disease

Meet a Special Woodstock Resident

In the last post, I introduced you to Fancy Pants.

After Fancy Pants explained about his kitchen being in his shirt pocket, we tried to keep individual serving cups of applesauce, jars of peanut butter, boxes of crackers, individual serving cans of food with pop top lids, cereal bars, etc.  The HPNAP people made sure we had access to fresh fruits and vegetables that can be eaten raw such as apples, blueberries, apricots, carrots, celery, bell peppers, strawberries.

Some of these homeless shoppers were shy about their situation and didn’t want the world at large to know about their lifestyle.  Unsuspecting congregational volunteers in the pantry often urged the homeless shoppers to select food which they couldn’t prepare.   Rather than reveal their living situation to the volunteers, the homeless people would take the food.

Occasionally, we found it on the ground outside the pantry at the end of the day.  Other times, they took the food to friends with kitchens.

I finally made the decision that our volunteers in the pantry room needed to be a permanent team of people who would know the shoppers more intimately than someone who just showed up once or twice every year or two.  This was a real turn off to some of the congregational volunteers and the congregations themselves and I was criticized throughout the community for it.  However, I felt it was necessary for the dignity of the shoppers.  This was just one more in a long line of decisions that made me no friends in the community.  However,  the volunteers who worked in the pantry on a daily basis understood.

Not all homeless people shopped at the pantry weekly like Fancy Pants.  Arlen came to our pantry periodically when he was in town.  Arlen was a very well educated gray haired gentleman with a poly tail.

“Can I volunteer at your pantry tomorrow?  I know about food and can help you” Arlen asked politely one summer day as he visited our pantry for the first time.

We’ll learn more about Arlen in the next post.  Please join in.

Thanks for reading this blogged book.

Peace and food for all.

Thurman Greco

Woodstock, NY