Hunger Is Not a Disease

An Open Letter to the Members of the Olive Town Board

We had a wonderful day in the pantry last Monday:

Beautiful weather,

Gorgeous produce,

Generous canned goods from the Food Bank on brand new shelves in our shed just down the hill from the Wastewater Treatment Plant.

WE BEGAN OUR JOURNEY UP THE HILL IN THE PARKING LOT OF THE WASTEWATER TREATMENT PLANT.  You’ll never know how much it meant to us to be in the parking lot up the hill.  We spent months looking at every available empty space along 28.  We went over to Olivebridge even, looking to see what was over there.

Several places  would have made gorgeous pantries…except for the rent.  We just didn’t have what it takes (and still don’t have), to pay the rent.

I was about to give up and just realize that we were destined to be a take-out pantry forever…until you came up with the Wastewater Treatment Plant.

SO, WE WENT FOR IT.   We set up  tables under canopies in the parking lot.  We moved a bit closer to Route 28 each week because of the wind on the hill.  By the time Beecher Smith agreed to share his space with us, we were almost to the road.

BUT FOR YOUR GENEROSITY, WE WOULD HAVE NEVER GOTTEN A SPACE.    We’re eternally grateful.  We’re feeding people; serving more seniors than the adults and children combined.   Half of the households we feed are home bound.

We are definitely tax dollars at work.  And, we don’t waste even one penny.

WHEN WE FEED PEOPLE IN THE RESERVOIR FOOD PANTRY AREA, WE STRENGTHEN THE ENTIRE COMMUNITY AS WE ASSIST THE MOST VULNERABLE.

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Peace and food for all.

Thurman Greco