Hunger Is Not a Disease

Ann King and the Food Drives at the Sunflower Natural Foods Market

Once a month pantry volunteers sat outside the entrance at the Sunflower Natural Foods Market asking for food.  One volunteer, Ann King, never came to the pantry to work but she was one of our most valuable volunteers.

Ann organized and managed our monthly food drive at the Sunflower Natural Foods Market.

Ann arranged the monthly date with Bob Whitcomb.

Ann scheduled the volunteers to come and sit at the table.

Ann had me arrive first on the day of the food drive with the table, chairs, sign, donation jar, and tent.  I set everything up outside the front door and stayed until other volunteers came to sit at the table.

Ann taught us to make eye contact with every person coming to the store.

Ann taught us to smile and tell them about the pantry and tell them what we needed.

Ann taught us to introduce ourselves to strangers, exchange names and memorize them for the next time the person came to the table.

The event was extremely important to our pantry because we got enough boxed almond (or soy, hemp) milk for the people shopping at the pantry to get a box when they visited the pantry.  Milk was a serious challenge for us because of our limited refrigeration situation.

When we needed it, we focused the food drive on cereal and received many bags of Arrowhead Mills puffed cereal.  In this way, Sunflower Natural Foods Market became an extension of the pantry.

The food drives were always held on Saturday.  After the food drive ended,  Barry went to the Sunflower with funds collected and purchased the food.  We picked it up on Tuesday morning when we could get it into the building.

We estimated once that Ann King’s efforts brought up $5000 worth of quality food every year.  Thank you to every person who visited our table and dropped money in our donation jar.  You helped a lot of people.

After several months of Sunflower fundraisers, Bob Otto joined in the effort.  He stood in the doorway of the Sunflower with a large milk pitcher and spoke to everyone coming in the door.  Bob was a one-person money generating machine.  He was polite, personal, professional.  No one could turn him down.  As the customers came to the door of the Sunflower, they opened their wallets.

Soon, Bob Otto was expanding his efforts to include a raffle sale one summer.  He spent every Saturday one whole summer in the Mower’s Meadow Flea Market entrance selling raffle tickets.  I sat at a small table beside him and helped the people sign the raffle tickets.  It was an amazing sight to watch.

We had food in the pantry in no small part due to the efforts of Ann and Bob.

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Thurman Greco

 

 

 

LOCATION, LOCATION, LOCATION

He was simply one man working for others. He was paid a wage that could barely keep him alive. And he was one injury away from being homeless.” – David Baldacci
On two successive years I formed building committees composed of community leaders. Neither group came up with a workable plan. These committee members knew Woodstock inside and out: the buildings, the land, the zoning limitations. They really didn’t see much hope. The person who came closest to getting us a building was Bob Baker. If he hadn’t gone to Trinidad for the winter that year, I think we would have gotten a building.
As the hallways became more crowded and the lines became longer, the situation in the pantry became more and more difficult for everyone.
Turning the people away was just not a viable option for me. I knew the people had no where else to shop.
So, I began to look for another place. In reality, there was just not another place out there. We couldn’t leave Woodstock because we had shoppers who couldn’t, for whatever reason, go to another town.
As Andrea put it “Thurman, is there a sidewalk from the Woodstock Reformed Church to West Hurley?”(Or wherever the newly found choice might be.)
Besides, the money needed to get a building was, to my way of thinking, unreal. Putting myself in the head of a Woodstock property owner, I saw exactly what was happening. Here was a small town with a problem no one was willing to do anything about. Obviously, a new location was going to happen sometime. If the landlords and building owners could just hold on and “wait us out”, one of them was going to win the lottery and the townspeople were going to pay the bill.
There were several empty buildings in Woodstock.
Peggy Johnson seriously wanted us to have a building.
So, one day, Peggy went into gear. She started looking. She identified the Bearsville Garage, the old Odd Fellows Hall, the Overlook Press Building. Whenever she found something she thought would work, she would call together Rich Allen, Richard Spool, Guy Oddo, and anyone else who would pay any attention to her, and get them to look at it.
The Bearsville Garage was, to my mind, perfect. It had no neighbors close by. People were accustomed to seeing cars parked at this location. the price was lower than that of other buildings. The building was a totally utilitarian structure. However, it wasn’t 100% accepted. There were concerns about the toxins in the buildling left over from the garage business. The fact that other pantries in New York State operated out of old gas stations didn’t seem to compute with this committee.
The Overlook Press building was across the street from the Bearsville Garage. It had a large two-story “home” in the front of the property with space in the rear for parking a truck. There was space for food storage, office space, parking space, pantry. With all of this, there was also an opportunity for rental income from the apartment on the grounds.
And, finally, the Odd Fellows Hall was also available. We were contacted by an organizational representative one day, without warning. Did we want the building? Would we buy the building NOW? Our committee went over to see it, inspect it, and discuss it. We were interested. Richard Spool went over it with a fine tooth comb and pronounced it in good shape.
Our whole process took about three weeks. For a small, nonprofit organization, that was moving at the speed of light.
By the time we were ready to begin to figure out how to get the money together, they had already sold it.
Although I said nothing at the time, I felt their offer was not serious.
And, looming over all of this time period was the realization that these buildings were running in the hundreds of thousands and we had $12,000 in our coffers.
As badly as we needed a bigger space, we simply didn’t have the money.
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Woodstock Commons Then and Now

An institution in Woodstock, the Sunflower Natural Foods Market, sits on the main street in of a piece of property once called Bradley Meadows. Bradley Meadows was a privately owned property allowed for many years by the owners to be natural. Townspeople loved it that way. Wild forest creatures inhabited the place: squirrels, chipmunks, rabbits, migratory birds, wood frogs, spring peepers, newts, American toads, spotted salamanders, and the endangered Indiana Bat. There are even a few stories about a black bear.
Homeless people inhabited Bradley Meadows then also. Quietly, as far under the radar screen as possible, people lived. They pitched tents, or lived under the trees in the woods behind the Sunflower.
These homeless visited the pantry weekly. Between pantry days, it’s said, they dumpster dived for what food they could get.
Several years ago, steps were taken to turn the Bradley Meadows property into an affordable housing site. The Rural Ulster Preservation Company came to town. What a group! No matter what objection anyone raised about the housing project, the RUPCO team overcame it. The Woodstock Commons plan created much dialogue and discussion among some residents.
Some Woodstock residents fight change as aggressively as if their livelyhood depended on it. Historical events include the Woodstock Post Office, and the Cumberland Farms gas station among others. After much noisy back and forth the project eventually gets finished and we all forget there was ever conflict or that anyone even cared. But, it certainly beats boredom.
“They’re going to ruin the traffic in the area.”
“Using all the water is going to be too expensive for our town.”
“That’s a flood plain over there. Nothing should be built.”
“What about the wildlife?”
“Nobody local is going to get to move in. This is going to ruin the town.”
The dialogue could have been summed up as somewhere between “Over my dead body” and “When hell freezes over.”
After much haggling, horse trading, and politicking, the buildings went up on one third of the forested plot. Eighteen acres, designated a Forever Wild Conservation Easement, have nature and interpretive trails. One trail goes to the shopping center where the Sunflower, Rite Aid, and Bank of America are located which minimizes automobile traffic.
These trails have fitness exercise stations. One, an Energi Total Body Fitness System is good for overall fitness. The other station, a Lifetrail Wellness System Exercise Station focuses on fitness for those over 50 years of age.
The construction code is “Green”. Eleven buildings were beautifully laid out on the land, arranged in a circle so residents can connect with one another.
Woodstock Commons is an intergenerational development with two buildings for seniors/handicapped residents. Twelve units are reserved for artists. All buildings are non-smoking. (There is a specified smoking area in the gazebo.) In short, Woodstock Commons is an example of the country’s affordable housing movement. Woodstock Commons is eligible for gold level certification in the US Green Building Council Program.
People filled out applications and turned them in at the Ulster Savings Bank, and the RUPCO office in Kingston. And, finally, in late 2012, the first residents moved in. As each unit became complete, a family moved in. New residents moved in by ones and twos every few days or so until all fifty-three units were filled.
At first, the residents felt as if they were experiencing culture shock. Everyone and everything was new to the space. People moved from Woodstock, Rosendale, Kingston, Saugerties as well as other places. It took awhile to anchor and define the energy of the new community.
A true diverse community, people came from different educational, class, ethnic backgrounds. What they had in common was a desire to meet basic needs. Maslow’s Hierarchy comes to mind here. In many instances, RUPCO was a lifeboat for people who had lost their homes to foreclosure, weather events, etc.
RUPCO is a landlord and sooo much more. The goal is to create lively and active community for the residents.
The hub of the whole community is the Superintendent. Ken has the personality and drive to make the Commons as positive an experience as possible for the residents. He’s well liked by everyone and the grounds and buildings are well maintained. He has his hand in many Commons events. Projects include:
Organic vegetable garden on common property
Local barbecue events for residents
Nature classes with scavenger hunts on the grounds
Art shows
Birthday parties
Dance classes
Crochet classes
Sunday Morning Story Hour
Drumming circles
Holiday dinners for the residents
A real community has emerged as residents get to know one another. Babies have been born. Conversations are taking place over the garden plots, Saturday movies, community meals, and food pantry deliveries.
Even with all of these activities there’s a hunger for more. People are looking for a story teller to visit regularly.
So…we’ve come full circle. It’s rumored that one of the homeless who lived in Bradley Meadows now has a home at Woodstock Commons.
And, what about the wildlife? Some of it is no doubt gone. But, some of it has stayed on to become part of the Woodstock Commons community. New wildlife has arrived. Every time I drive on the grounds I see animals.
The place is beautiful. It makes me wonder what the fuss was all about in the beginning.
What a gift to our community!
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A True Story Told Through the Eyes of a Small Town Food Pantry

Recent research shows that many children who do not have enough to eat wind up with diminished capacity to understand and learn. Children don’t have to be starving for this to happen. Even milk undernutrition – the kind most common among poor people in America – can do it.” – Carl Sagan
I feed the unworthy hungry. Week after week, month after month, year after year, they come to the pantry and I feed them.
I give each of them a three-day supply of food which they must make last for a full seven days.
Each month, it seems, the lines get longer. The storeroom gets fuller and fuller on food delivery day until it’s stuffed with so much food that we’re wondering if we can walk in the place. Before the next month’s shipment arrives, the room is empty.
Well, I’m just an out-of-control, stubborn old woman who won’t listen to anyone in the town. I just snub my nose at them and keep on going.
I hear them:
“Thurman, how can you serve food to her? Her son works and she has a car. She shouldn’t get food.”
“Thurman, that woman lives in Kingston. You gave food to a family from Shandaken last week. Our pantry should be for Woodstockers only.”
“Thurman, you are serving entirely too much food to these people. You can’t do this.”
“Thurman, why are you serving fresh fruits and vegetables in the pantry? You shouldn’t do this.”
“Thurman, you’ve begun to open the pantry in the afternoons. Our pantry shouldn’t be open in the afternoons.”
“Thurman, that person’s car is too nice. How can you give food to a person with a car like that?”
“Thurman, you can’t serve this food to these people. They’re going out of here with $70-$80 worth of fresh produce. This is wrong. I’m going to tell Pastor Sonja, Ed Jabbs, and Pastor Bode about this. I’m very close to Pastor Sonja and she’s not going to be happy. You’re feeding the unworthy hungry.”
“Thurman, you’re serving entirely too many people here”.
“Thurman, you’re serving all the wrong people.”
“Thurman, you shouldn’t feed this food to these people. If they’re hungry enough, they’ll eat anything.”
Well, what can I say? I serve them with pride. It’s an honor and a privilege to do this.
And also…I work for the Hunger Prevention Nutrition Assistance Program of New York State. The HPNAP people are my supervisors.
I was trained to serve a three-day supply of food to everyone according to the “Open to the Public” feeding program policy which includes all populations without regard to gender, race, color, ethnicity, age, nationality, citizenship, marital status, sexual orientation, religious affiliation, income, disability, or health status. We do not exclude any population group from receiving services upon first request or repeat visits to our pantry.
A three-day supply of food offers three meals a day for three days to everyone in the household. Each meal includes foods from three of the five food groups.
In all the years, through all the conflict, I was never, ever, able to convince anyone that I had a superior who outranked the building committee of the Woodstock Reformed Church, or the Christ Lutheran Church.
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Food Pantry Blog – Ho Hum, Just Another Pantry Miracle in the Good Neighbor Food Pantry

“You must do the thing you think you cannot do.” – Eleanor Roosevelt
Well, maybe you don’t believe in miracles. I do. I was in denial for the longest time. But, after a while, I had to face reality. There were simply too many coincidences.
One September pantry day the lines were longer than usual and the shelves were emptying out fast. “I think we’re going to run out of food” I mentioned under my breath to Marie Duane, a volunteer from St. Gregory’s Episcopal Church.
“Do we have a plan for this kind of event?” I asked myself.
Just then, as if someone had blown a whistle, a red haired woman drove up in a tan SUV filled with bags of food she had collected from Congregation Agudas Achim in Kingston. Harriet Kazansky unloaded enough canned and boxed food to get us through the day with some food left over!
One December, the week after Christmas to be exact, John Mower drove up with a trunk load of canned vegetables for the pantry in his car. What a gift! Our pantry was totally depleted in December. Then, the next pantry day, along came another trunk load. He finally quit after three trips to the pantry. He filled our shelves for the next pantry day.
One Tuesday morning in the pantry, Peggy Johnson was upset because she didn’t have enough food to prepare the take out bags for the fourteen families she delivered food to. Food had been scarce and this week the take out area seemed to be empty. A large man suddenly walked in the door carrying a very large box filled with canned and boxed items. A Kingston fireman who grew up in the Woodstock area, he made Peggy promise not to tell his name. However, she didn’t have to keep his gift a secret: In one trip down the pantry hallway, carrying a box large enough to hold everything need, he singlehandedly provided all the food for fourteen homebound families that week. Our pantry has never heard from him since.
In the pantry hallway, we had an Items of Dignity closet where shoppers could take a roll of toilet paper and one other item each time they shopped. We were forbidden by the building committee to have clothing in this closet.
As luck would have it, Prasida needed a pair of winter boots. One Wednesday afternoon, I noticed a pair of new boots – in her size. They were hidden in a dark corner of a shelf. One of the volunteers took them off the shelf. “Prasida, can you wear these boots?” Prasida came over the closet, looked them over, and put them on.
“Ahhh – a perfect fit! Thank you Amma! Now I won’t have cold feet this winter in my summer sandals.” Ho Hum. Just another pantry miracle.
At one point, I was reading Doreen Virtue’s book, “Archangels and Ascended Masters.” One night I read about Saint Therese, also known as the Little Flower. The story goes that if one prays to St. Therese, she will send a rose as a sign that the request has been heard. The next day, I found a rose on the pantry floor as I walked in the room.
But the real miracle happened repeatedly in the pantry as the shoppers and volunteers both began to heal and change and grow from the community, their commitment, and the experiences in the pantry. When people first started coming to the pantry, either to volunteer or shop, they were focused inward on their own problems, issues, health, etc. After a short time, they began to focus on their friends in the pantry. They became concerned about something bigger than themselves and their private struggles.
In short, they became new.
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