Something Every Pantry Needs
TOILET PAPER, TAMPONS, RAZORS
“I’m happy to inform you that the Regional Food Bank of Northeastern New York received a grant from….to assist your program with its food needs. Your agency, Reservoir Food Pantry (2539f), has received….from this award! It is a pleasure to share this good news with you and to know those you serve will benefit from this gift.”
WHEN I GET THESE SURPRISES IN THE MAIL, IT MAKES MY DAY – SOMETIMES MY WHOLE WEEK!
Immediately, I think about all the things I can get for the pantry with this gift:
toilet paper,
tampons,
razors.
This $$$ will be put in our pantry account as a grant to help us get food and other supplies from the Food Bank. This grant is called an “Adopt-a-Program” grant, or AAP for short.
Once the gift is specified for us, the amount goes directly into our line of credit. And, this gift is worth so much more than the amount donated. At the Food Bank, the AAP funds are more valuable than if the $$$ were used at a supermarket. The Food Bank estimates the amount is 10 times more valuable. This grant is very important for getting items of dignity: toilet paper, tampons, razors.
These grants are very important because they free up other funds for pantry projects. With these grants we’ve had $$$ available for other projects in the past months. Because the struggle for food is lessened, volunteers have energy for other activities in the pantry.
We have a new, used, Chevy econoline van which makes food hauling tasks easier for Prasida and Francine.
We received 2 new 20 cubic food freezers which completely upgrade the way we feed the hungry in the pantry.
We’ve brought a grant writer volunteer on board. She’s attending classes, doing research, and has written 2 successful grant requests already.
THE TINY RESERVOIR FOOD PANTRY WAS RECENTLY RANKED THE 9TH LARGEST PANTRY IN ULSTER COUNTY. For me, this is nothing short of amazing. After all, we only opened in September, 2013.
IN SHORT, WE’RE GROWING, GROWING, AND GROWING. We need every dime you can spare.
You can participate in the Adopt-a-Program grants. You can deposit a gift into our AAP account 3 different ways.
One way is to call the Food Bank of Northeastern New York at 1-518-786-3691. When you tell the receptionist you want to make an AAP donation, please specify that you want the funds to be earmarked for the Reservoir Food Pantry #2539f.
You can also go to the Regional Food Bank of Northeastern New York website and donate there. Click on the “Donate Now” button to use the secure online donation form. There you can enter the donation, and direct it to our pantry. You can also, if you prefer, set up recurring donations which will be automatically charged to your account: monthly,
quarterly,
annually.
You can also mail a check to the Regional Food Bank of Northeastern New York, 965 Albany Shaker Road, Latham, NY, 12110. Again, please specify the Reservoir Food Pantry #2539f.
Thank you in advance for your generosity. Remember…your donation of $10 will purchase $100 worth of product for the food pantry.
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Thanks Jan: An Open Letter to Jan Whitman
Thank you for the wonderful job you did throughout your career at the Food Bank of the Hudson Valley. Many, many people are escaping hunger because of the direction you offered. This time at the Food Bank really amounts to your entire adult life because the Food Bank was your only employer. You’ve been the face of the Food Bank of the Hudson Valley for over 20 years!
Several years ago you invited me to serve on your board. It’s been an honor and a pleasure to do this job, although I’m not really a “board person” anymore. I’m a food pantry coordinator. I accepted the invitation because you asked me to. I never wanted to do anything more than feed a 3-day supply of food to each of the hungry shoppers at the food pantry.
When I met the other board members at meetings, I saw a group of people genuinely devoted to you…devoted to your concept of helping each and every person needing food, one person at a time. Your attitudes strongly influenced the board members. Board members attracted the resources needed to do the job because they were devoted to your dedication and mission.
What a gift!
And, while I’m focused on gifts – donations – money, I cannot overlook the grants. Jan, you are a wonderful grant writer. Grant writers in your category are as scarce as hens’ teeth. Very few can successfully bring in a grant package over $100,000. You have no problem with that at all. In fact, you brought in several in the summer of 2014. And, to top it off, you were very quiet about it. I only found out about them by accident. Then, of course, I spilled the beans far and wide.
Most recently, you introduced the concept of the Farm Stand to our area. What a change you brought: As a result of your leadership and innovation, hungry people have more access to fresh produce. You goal was to have Farm Stands in communities throughout the Hudson Valley where hungry people can shop for fresh produce at an affordable price: free.
I visited 2 of the Farm Stands in Kingston recently. One is located at People’s Place and the other at Community Action. People with no $$$ now shop for the nutritious foods they need.
What a concept: Excited, happy shoppers take fruits and vegetables home. The choice includes:
tomatoes
potatoes
onions
squashes
greens
grapes
oranges
apples
Jan, none of us should have been a bit surprised by your idea. After all, you’ve always felt individuals are important. Your Farm Stand concept makes more fresh produce available to the hungry on an ongoing basis. By focusing on feeding the hungry, one person at a time, you touched the lives of thousands in our area.
All this Farm Stand food is donated by grocers and farmers. No merchant is losing a sale by not seeing these shoppers at a supermarket line because these shoppers don’t have the income to buy any of these foods.
To accomplish this, you diverted food on its way to the landfill. The implementation of the Farm Stand concept is moving the Food Bank of the Hudson Valley into the future at breakneck speed.
Thank you for all you did over the years. When I think about this, I realize that you gave your adult life to the Food Bank of the Hudson Valley.
Reluctantly, it’s time for us all to accept your resignation as the Executive Director of the Food Bank of the Hudson Valley. You are adopting a new lifestyle. The time has come for corporate memory and focus to change.
The building housing the Food Bank of the Hudson Valley offers much opportunity now that Farm Stands are a part of the function in the area. This cavernous space is ready for someone with the energy, budget, and authority to move in the future. You know, more than anyone, that much can be accomplished with the right person at the helm. You set the stage for this to happen.
I served on your board. Now, I offer my resignation. It’s time for the employees and volunteers of the future Food Bank of the Hudson Valley to write their own story.
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This Winter in the Pantry
January, 2015, is turning out to be such a marvelous time in the pantry! I just couldn’t let it go by without thanking you for all the support and contributions you made as we began our project.
On September 9, 2013, as we began work to make the Reservoir Food Pantry a reality, none of us (Bonnie, Sean, Prasida, and I) had a clue about the real needs of people in the area. Working in the pantry this month I’m coming to realize existentially what is really happening there.
Take our monthly delivery day for example. January 12th was dismal. Nobody in his/her right mind would venture out of either house or home if it weren’t absolutely necessary. Both volunteers and shoppers who could get out of their homes proved how valuable this little pantry in a shed has become.
Volunteers who could get out of their houses drove on icy roads to Kingston to pick up our monthly food shipment. We loaded the food onto 4 vehicles, drove it to the pantry, unloaded it and shelved it.
Meanwhile, Prasida and Francine drove to Latham and returned with 1300 pounds of beautiful produce.
All this work was done during an icy rain, in unheated buildings, and on snow covered ground.
That was one level of motivation. And, why not? After all, we’re the volunteers…that’s what we’re expected to do.
Shoppers came to the pantry as if the sun were out, the grounds were dry, and the breezes warm. They stood in line outside the pantry and patiently, cheerfully waited for their turn to shop in the tiny little shed to get badly needed food for their households/families.
Oh me of little faith. Shame on me. Until delivery day I really didn’t know how the people in the reservoir area really felt about our pantry.
Well…as people tell me all the time “Now I know”.
I walk more confidently now.
Hunger as we know it in our country is both infuriating and shameful. To fight this scourge…
We need schools that work.
We need communities that work.
We need support systems which offer people caught in poverty a fair chance to succeed.
Although safety nets in our society are almost gone, food pantries are flourishing in communities all over America. Food pantries cannot fight poverty. They can only alleviate hunger…a vitally important task in our community.
We looked everywhere along Route 28 for a home for the Reservoir Food Pantry. We finally created a jewel behind Robert’s Auction.
So, to everyone in the area…thank you. With your support, the Reservoir Food Pantry is a success today. We could never have done it without you.
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Everybody Needs a Reality Check.
The Kingston, NY Walmart is our reality check. We sit outside the store every month asking for food to feed the hungry (except December when the Salvation Army gets the sidewalk). Three solid days of speaking with the people entering and leaving the Walmart tells us more about the economy, the state of the American people than any fancy reports, economic reviews, sophisticated papers, magazines.
“Just asking for a donation to help us feed the hungry at the Reservoir Food Pantry.”
“What do you need?”
“Peanut butter, soup, canned beans. Actually, anything you select will be given out on Monday.”
This month was no exception. The weather was bitterly cold. We all wore all the clothes we had and brought blankets. No amount of extra gloves, sweaters, long johns, blankets worked against the cold.
We covered the 2 doors…just barely. We had 1 person at each door from 10 ’til 4 all three days. And, we could never have done it without the help of the customers who kept us all energized by opening their wallets as they ran past on their way to the building.
Prasida sat at one entrance all day every day. The rest of us spelled each other at the other door.
There was the usual miracle:
This month we had no food for takeouts because the door to the takeout room was frozen shut. So, people donated exactly the amount and kind of canned/boxed foods needed for the takeouts. We didn’t specifically ask for this food. It just happened that way.
Our hearts were warmed repeatedly by the generosity of the shoppers.
Even though the place was cold beyond description, we feasted on the view of the mountains.
In spite of all the stories on TV and in the papers about jobs, jobs, jobs…we saw a completely different story. We saw people:
with no coats.
counting their $$$ to be able to get just the items they need.
whose shoes were not warm enough.
who had no hats or gloves.
whose transportation situation was desperate.
whose positive mental attitude resisted all efforts to beat a person down into the ground.
The energy of those customers will sustain us all on an even keel until our return visit in February.
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Walmart – November, 2014
This is our last tour at Walmart for the year. We won’t be returning until the new year.
Friday was quite a day: cold, damp, very light traffic.
When we sit at the table on the sidewalk in front of the store entrance, we make eye contact with every person coming in the door. “Hi, we’re with the Reservoir Food Pantry, just asking for a donation of either money or food to feed the hungry.”
With 2 or more of us at the table, it’s hard to miss anyone. People either give a donation, tell us they’ll give when they come out, or decline.
So, this was the scene as we greeted donors Friday afternoon about 4:00. Somehow, we missed one. We didn’t even see her until she was upon us as she was leaving. A slight young woman with shimmery blond hair which hung about shoulder length, she wore a flowing coat, almost a cape…a deeply red cape.
She surprised us as she came out the “in” door with a cart overflowing with food. All of it had been carefully packed so that there were about 5 cans or boxes of food in each bag.
She parked her shopping cart at the side of our table as she quietly said “I hope you can use this food.”
Then, quickly…almost too quickly…she removed her hands from the cart, looked at us with a beautiful smile, and walked away. She seemed to be almost floating. Then, about 50 feet away from our table, she seemed to disappear in a mist that was surrounding her.
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Don’t go Away. I need to talk to you.
“WE ALL KNOW ANGER. We also know how it kills our inner peace. And while most of us like the idea of forgiveness, it often seems a difficult thing to practice, especially when the source of our hurt is up close and personal.” – Mike George
“Don’t go away. I need to talk to you” the man aid in an authoritative voice as he walked toward me in the basement hallway of the Woodstock Reformed Church.
As I heard his voice, the hair on my neck began to stand up. I had just walked out of the pantry room for a moment. Stocking shelves in the pantry, I was preparing for the hungry who would be shopping soon. I’d been putting USDA canned green beans on the third shelf down from the top of a unit by a window.
“GOOD AFTERNOON, SIR. What can I do for you?”
“Well, for starters you can stop feeding all those people. Ever since you started working here, more and more people are standing in our halls. You’re feeding the unworthy hungry and I want it to stop. Right. Now.” he said with emphasis.
The man standing over me in the hall was fat, old, angry. His toes pointed outward…a sure sign to me he suffered from a backache. “I’m Ed Jabbs. I’m head of the building committee for this church and I want to see your files on the people who use this pantry.”
“I’m sorry sir. We don’t keep many files on our shoppers. We keep a journal where we record their names and number of people in each household. That’s all.”
WE’RE A PANTRY, NOT THE POLICE, I THOUGHT TO MYSELF.
“Well, you should. No one should be allowed in the pantry who isn’t on food stamps. You’re feeding people who shouldn’t be coming here to get this food. You’re feeding the unworthy hungry.”
“Just last week you gave food to a man who I know shouldn’t be fed. He’s a writer. He published a book a couple of years ago and he shouldn’t even be here. Writers make a lot of money. ”
I’d heard about Ed Jabbs. He was a story in Woodstock. He was head of the building committee, was not a pantry supporter, and was definitely not a Thurman Greco supporter. After all, I reported to the Food Bank, not him. “This man is definitely a threat to the pantry” was the thought going through my mind as he stood over me.
Forever a mystery, I had heard gossip: Some church members were afraid of him. He had once belonged to a church in Saugerties but left after some event when a few members there had had enough. He was reputed to drive an expensive car with Delaware plates, and lived in Saugerties.
Not a secret: He very definitely did not like the way the pantry in the church was being managed now.
And, he had grounds. Before 2008, the pantry served about 25 colorful characters on Thursday mornings and now with the economy in the tank, new hungry people showed up every week. Lines were getting longer and longer.
The Hunger Prevention Nutrition Assistance Program changed our nutritional guidelines to include fresh produce, 1% milk, and whole grain breads. Before the guidelines changed, shoppers got a jar of peanut butter, a box of cereal, a can of tuna fish and maybe a can of soup. Now, they received a 3-day-supply of food for everyone in the household. Fresh produce lined the walls of the pantry. Bread Alone sent over bread weekly and pet food was even available.
These changes brought not only hungry people but mountains of cardboard and, according to some church people, vermin. Some felt we were being overrun with vermin. No amount of reasoning convinced them of anything different. It didn’t matter one whit that there was not even one bug or mouse to be found in the pantry.
Meanwhile, here was this angry man staring at me and demanding to see files the State didn’t even require.
“Well, Mr. Jabbs, I can call the Food Bank and find out what files we need. However, the inspector was here only a few weeks ago, looked at all my paperwork and pronounced everything “excellent”. We’ve never done anything like this before. After all, we’re a food pantry…not the police.”
“Check into it NOW”! he said as he turned away, his toes still pointing outward. Mr. Jabbs turned and smiled at me then, displaying a mouthful of large yellow teeth.
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What? You’re STILL Here!
Can you believe it? We’re STILL here!
Reservoir Food Pantry celebrated its first anniversary yesterday with an open house at our pantry shed behind Robert’s Auction in Boiceville. Even with the wet weather, we had more guests than I ever imagined would come by! We celebrated our new shed and now will begin to distribute food from this place beginning Monday afternoon at 2:00.
On September 9, 2013, a band of four people who barely knew each other embarked on an adventure. By the time we had our open house, we had fed 2810 households composed of 1874 adults, 2315 seniors, and 747 children.
THAT SAYS IT ALL.
But, wait! Look at those numbers a bit. We fed more seniors than we did the adults and children combined.
OKAY NOW, THAT SAYS IT ALL.
The 501(c)3 application was a joint effort with Sean putting in about 95% of the work. This was a successful first project. We received our approval!
I guided us through the Food Bank process. We’ve been an agency for several months now and, on July 1, 2014, we became eligible for a HPNAP line of credit offering food for the growing number of hungry shoppers.
Prasida tracked the funds from the very beginning.
Bonnie became the writer for all our activities including taking meeting minutes and writing press releases.
Bonnie, Sean, and Prasida inspected every empty building along Route 28 in the Ashoken Reservoir area. Many were perfect for our needs except for the rent. We simply couldn’t afford what they asked.
FINALLY, TOWNSPEOPLE CAME TO OUR RESCUE:
John Parete is extremely generous with his restaurant. Most of the people on our homebound list are fed from stock kept in the “Bodega”. We have a freezer and refrigerator there also. And, (very importantly), no one minds if we bring in food throughout the week. John always greets us with a smile and is donating the space. The only flaw in this scenario was that we didn’t ask him sooner.
The Wastewater Treatment Plant people in tandem with the Olive Town Board is supportive. We drive up to the parking lot on Mondays as if we own the place. And, for the short time we’re there, we really do own the parking lot. It’s a squatter’s rights kind of thing.
Beecher Smith is generously sharing his property behind the Robert’s Auction so we can have our sheds. We simply cannot distribute food from the parking lot through freezing temperatures and snowfalls.
FRESH FOODS COME FROM FAR AND WIDE:
Bread Alone
Migliorelli Farm
Shandaken Gardens
Huguenot Street Farm
Food Bank of Northeastern New York
Prasida and Francine drive up to the Food Bank every Monday morning for food. We distribute this food as if we’re at the entrance to the Versailles. As far as I’m concerned, we are at the entrance to the Versailles.
Canned, dried, and boxed goods come from the Food Bank. Volunteers have food drives at the Boiceville IGA one Saturday every other month. Monthly food drives are held at the entrance to the Kingston Walmart. Members of the Wesleyan Church had a food drive for us at Christmas.
Esotec beverages is generous with periodic donations of juices and other beverages.
Food from the Food Bank is recycled. The produce, dairy, and bread given to us at Latham is all on its way to the landfill when it gets diverted and sent to the Food Bank, then on to pantries, shelters, half way houses. The canned goods are diverted at the grocery store from the landfill. Cans are dented. Many are outdated. Some have no labels anymore.
As more people find us, 2015 promises to be more eventful than 2014. Each week, people walk, ride bicycles, drive cars to get to our pantry. It’s time to focus on developing systems and procedures given to me by my superiors at the Food Bank.
Most people who shop at our pantry are Resource Poor. They routinely choose between food and rent, food and medical expenses, food and transportation. Resource poor are also food insecure. They lack, at times, enough food for an active, healthy life for the household members. Food insecurity comes in 2 categories:
Food Insecure
Very Low Food Security
When we talk very low food security, we know some have limited access to grocery stores. Their food comes from gas station food markets, and convenience stores. I’m not running down gas stations and convenience stores. But it’s hard to find food that really nourishes there. Vegetables and fruits are scarce. When they are available, they’re expensive. Salt, grease, and sugar are in abundance. Fat is cheap, available, and filling.
The area surrounding the Reservoir Food Pantry is just such a place. A person, for example, living in Shokan is miles from the Boiceville IGA. This trip becomes very challenging if there is no car or other means of transportation.
Lack of transportation in the area makes for a very strong take out department. Many shoppers are unable to get to us. We’re seeking volunteers to pack and deliver food to yet more homebound households.
Disaster preparation looms large in our area – whether we’re ready or not. We’re the strongest pantry in the Reservoir area and may be called upon in the event of a disaster. The aftermath of Hurricane Irene and Superstorm Sandy was difficult for this area. Many lost everything: home, job, car.
We are all grateful for the sponsorship of the Zen Mountain Monastery without which we would never have even gotten to first base. The ripple effect of this generosity is traveling far and wide through both space and time.
So…we’re still here. We hope to be here in the future. We plan to be here in the future.
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Last Monday at the Reservoir Food Pantry
It is not necessary to advertise food to hungry people, fuel to cold people, or houses to the homeless.” – John Kenneth Galbraith
TWICE AS MANY FOUND US THIS MONDAY AT THE RESERVOIR FOOD PANTRY AS FOUND US JUST A FEW WEEKS AGO. We’re not trying to hide out or anything but each week, the number of people shopping at our pantry grows.
We’re open Monday afternoons from 2:00 to 4:00 up the hill behind Robert’s Auction. They trickle in, slowly, (some a little hesitantly), trying to figure out how to act at a food pantry. Soon, they’re visiting, chatting, getting to know one another over apples, asparagus, lettuce.
“How much of this can I have?”
“Look at this! I haven’t had an orange in ages.”
“Wow! What beautiful lettuce!”
The fresh produce comes from Migliorelli Farm, Shandaken Community Garden, and the Food Bank of Northeastern New York.
The bread comes from Bread Alone.
This event could have sent inexperienced volunteers into total confusion mode. Not this crowd. Everyone is experienced so we just went into expansion mode. Before 3:00, we were discussing where we’re going to put the new shelves we’re buying for the shed that just got delivered.
We were discussing where the new refrigerator and freezer that we so desperately need are going to go.
The shed had one level of need last week. This week is a totally new picture.
BECAUSE, WE ALL KNOW THAT NUMBERS GO UP IN A PANTRY. They don’t go down. The Boiceville area has needed a pantry for awhile so we’re prepared to expand to meet the demand created by increasing numbers of shoppers.
Our updated shopping list includes one refrigerator, one freezer, four sets of industrial shelves, and $280 more each month for gasoline to drive to Latham for food to feed the hungry.
Last Saturday saw Prasida, Bob, Sean, and Bonnie outside the Boiceville IGA asking for food or funds. Either was just fine. All the money donated went right into the grocery store for food. We bought everything on sale: canned tomatoes, canned tomato sauce, salad dressings, mustard, canned beans, soups.
We’ll be back at the IGA at the end of September we hope. We’ll be asking for holiday foods: canned pumpkin, canned green beans, canned cream soups, stuffing mix, gravy, instant mashed potatoes…as much as we can get for Thanksgiving and Christmas.
Prasida and Bob will be outside the Kingston Walmart on August 13, 14, and 15th again asking for food and funds. Without the generosity of the IGA and the Walmart managment and shoppers, our pantry would be a very different place than it is now.
THANK YOU TO EVERYONE: VOLUNTEERS, STOREKEEPERS, DONORS. We are here today, serving the hungry, because you care.
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The Wednesday Afternoon Farm Festival in Woodstock
In typical Woodstock fashion, the town fought over the farm festival for years before it finally happened.
FIGHTS LIKE THIS HAPPEN IN WOODSTOCK ALL THE TIME. Every community improvement takes years of fighting before it becomes a reality. And, while this entertains many people, it holds up progress.
Those years of fighting represented lost revenue for a town that really doesn’t have a lot of options for income.
Oh well, I’m getting off track here.
THE WEDNESDAY WOODSTOCK FARM FESTIVAL MEANT SOOO MUCH TO THE PANTRY.
But, not how you might think. Symbolism is important here. As people go down the path toward the pantry, they begin to lose their connection to the community. This happens mainly because they have no money to participate in activities and they’re depressed, embarrassed, sad about being broke, sick, out of a job, going through foreclosure, etc. You put in the words here.
Every situation is different, but the process is the same for the people going down the path.
So, the pantry shoppers, for the most part, didn’t have the money to participate in the farm festival.
MIGLIORELLI FARMS OFFERED A SMALL MIRACLE AT THE END OF EACH MARKET AFTERNOON. Several volunteers from the Good Neighbor Food Pantry were allowed on the grounds in the final few minutes of the market to load up a car with some of the veggies. We then took them back to the pantry and stacked them to distribute on Thursday.
WHAT A GIFT! Migliorelli Farms offered a real emotional boost to our many shoppers as well as delicious, nutritious food. Migliorelli fed the body as well as the soul.
Now, the shoppers at least had a small connection to the farm market festival.
Until…one day a member of the Farmers Market Board of Directors called me up and pulled the plug. “You can’t have any more of the produce Thurman. People are not shopping at the market because they’re waiting until Thursday to come to the pantry to get the food free.”
“HOW CAN THIS BE? The pantry shoppers don’t have the money to shop at the farm festival. Have you seen the people who shop at the pantry?” I was shocked to hear such words from a person who had never set foot in our pantry.
“Don’t even try to talk me out of this Thurman. Our Board voted on this. The Migliorelli food will be donated to an agency in Kingston. It will not be wasted. You will not get any more of the Migliorelli produce.” And, with that, she hung up.
I was stunned. I felt as if someone had hit me.
AND, IT WASN’T THE FOOD THAT DID IT. Our pantry was going to continue to have enough food. The Food Bank offered beautiful, fresh, organic produce every week, all year around. All we had to do was go up and get it. And, go get it we would. Our pantry commitment to fresh produce was serious.
The pantry shoppers, many of whom had absolutely no money at all were being denied participation in a local event that anyone could get in to…all it took was money.
Then, somehow, I’ll never know how, a miracle occurred. Someone (some people) spoke to someone (some people) and attitudes were adjusted.
WE WERE ALLOWED TO GET PRODUCE AGAIN.
I never knew how this happened. And, it doesn’t matter. What matters is that some person (people) fought for the pantry. And, they didn’t care whether anyone else knew what they did. They just wanted the produce to stay in our community. They just did whatever was necessary to get the food to the hungry. Rules were changed. Votes were changed.
FOR THAT, I’M ETERNALLY GRATEFUL.
Whoever brought about this change created a positive energy ripple effect.
Whoever brought about this change definitely made me realize that all is not lost in this world.
In spite of this, I never felt comfortable with the farm market food again. I felt each Wednesday’s gift from Migliorelli’s Farms might be the last. I held my breath as Guy drove the van over for the produce. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw it return with fresh produce.
When the farmers’ market returned the next spring, I waited (quietly apprehensive) to hear words from Rick: “Thurman, Migliorelli is going to share its produce with the pantry this summer”.
Even as I heard those words, I didn’t believe them until I actually saw the produce. I always had a well formed Plan B ready in case we had to start making extra trips to Albany on Thursday morning. The need for fresh produce for our shoppers was great.
For the most part, these people were all in the process of losing so much. It was up to me to keep Thursday produce on the agenda at the pantry.
At the Reservoir Food Pantry, we are extremely proud to have Migliorelli Farms sponsor us. Our shoppers have beautiful, fresh Migliorelli vegetables every week . What a beautiful gift!
Thank you. From the bottom of my heart.
ON BEHALF OF THE MANY SHOPPERS WHO USE THE PANTRY, THANK YOU FOR READING THIS BLOG/BOOK.
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Inspections in the Good Neighbor Food Pantry in Woodstock
“As I finish writing about this unpleasant part of my life, I tell myself that was then, and there is now, and the years between now and then, and the then and now are one.”-Lillian Hellman
As the coordinator of a Food Bank pantry, I was trained by, supervised by, evaluated by, and inspected by the Food Bank of the Hudson Valley.
THESE INSPECTIONS WERE ALWAYS INFORMATIVE, INTERESTING, AND A RELIEF TO HAVE BEHIND ME. I categorized them in several “Stages”.
A STAGE ONE INSPECTION was pre-arranged by either the Food Bank or myself. The representative from the Food Bank showed up at the appointed time, carried a clip board with a form which was filled out. After the inspection, we all signed the paperwork, made small talk and the person left.
The questions dealt with the food on the shelves, how clean the room was, how far the shelves were from the walls. The Good Neighbor Food Pantry never passed this 6″ limit but no one ever said anything. The pantry room was simply too small.
A STAGE TWO INSPECTION WAS A PHONE CALL.
“Thurman, how are you doing? I’m calling because we’ve received a complaint. Someone called and reported a shopper standing outside the pantry crying. What happened?”
“I don’t know. I’ll get back with you as soon as I can find out?”
“When do you think we’ll hear from you?”
“As soon as possible. I’ll ask some volunteers and get a handle on the situation. Thanks for calling.”
At a Stage Three inspection, someone called, wrote, or visited the Food Bank with enough venom, concern, clout (you choose the word) to cause a person to get up from his/her desk, go out to the parking lot and drive to Woodstock to inspect the situation in person on the same day.
MY FIRST STAGE THREE INSPECTION WAS THE RESULT OF A PHONE COMPLAINT, I THINK. I never knew for sure. Things were urgent enough that a USDA inspector came out from Albany in a State of New York car. He was a handsome young African American man (in his 40’s) wearing a white shirt and conservative necktie. The minute he walked in the door, I knew something was up. After all, who ever comes to the pantry in Woodstock wearing a shirt and necktie?
When he left two hours later, he knew “what color my skivvies were” as my grandmother used to say. He went over inch of the pantry, asked a million questions and took a kazillion notes. This man not only found out everything there was to know about the pantry, he realized early on that I was a brand new coordinator.
HE BECAME A WONDERFUL TEACHER AND I LEARNED A LOT ABOUT HOW TO MANAGE A PANTRY FROM HIM. I asked him a million questions back and also took a kazillion notes. When he left, I felt I had a friend and the knowledge I gained gave me confidence in my performance. Needless to say, my score was wonderful.
When in Albany the next week, I told one of the Food Bank employees about my recent inspection. Her face blanched as I talked. This gentle, well mannered, kind young man was the nastiest inspector on the circuit. He was only sent out when someone was really messing things up and needed to be “taken to the woodshed.”
A NOTE TO WHOMEVER COMPLAINED THAT DAY: the inspection was thorough, fair. I passed with flying colors. Thanks!
One important thing I learned from him: It’s not necessary to ask shoppers for identification. No one is required to show anything to get food. The people do need, however, to share their names, the number of people in the household and how many seniors, adults, and children are in the household.
HE ESPECIALLY LIKED THE CHAIRS LINING THE HALLWAY AND THE FRESH PRODUCE IN THE PANTRY.
As he left, he had one suggestion: get office space in the pantry. He and I both knew that it wasn’t going to happen. The building committee finally allowed me to store records but I couldn’t use any space as an office.
AND, OF COURSE, BOTH THE CHAIRS AND THE PRODUCE WERE VERY CONTROVERSIAL.
AFTER I FINAGLED STOREROOM SPACE, I REQUESTED AN INSPECTION. I wanted to avoid a confrontation further down the road if the room didn’t meet Food Bank standards. We passed that inspection.
EVERYTHING WAS CLEAN, SAFE, AND SANITARY.
ONCE WE BEGAN OUR TAKE OUTS, A FOOD BANK INSPECTOR CAME OUT AND SPENT ABOUT TWO HOURS WITH PEGGY JOHNSON. She answered all Peggy’s questions, got a very clear understanding of what Peggy was doing, how she was doing it, and who was receiving the food. When she left, Peggy was confident in her role of Take Out Manager for the pantry.
WHEN MIRIAM’S WELL WAS ON THE ROAD, WE HAD AN INSPECTION UNDER THE TREE AT ST. GREGORY’S EPISCOPAL CHURCH. No one was ever more excited about that inspection than I. We were proud of Miriam’s Well and how the shoppers were responding to the experience.
WE HAD ONE DISTURBING STAGE THREE INSPECTION. I pulled into the parking lot one pantry day afternoon to find a Food Bank representative waiting for me.
“Thurman, we’ve received some serious complaints about a volunteer stuffing her vehicle with food while hungry people are lined up and waiting to receive their food at the Mass Food Distributions. What is the story here? Is this a fair distribution of food?”
“I’ll look into it immediately.”
OVERALL, OUR INSPECTIONS WERE POSITIVE. The only negative one was the inspection in the parking lot of the food pantry.
Peace and food for all.
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