Friday was an early morning so we needed an alarm set to get us out of bed.
We have gotten lazy about getting up in the mornings during the winter–it’s cold, it’s dark, no pressing early-morning engagements. Or so it goes most mornings. Some, like this one at the end of the week, required I be out of the house by 8:30. I was driving across town to help with packing food for a drive-by food giveaway tomorrow morning, which would happen even earlier.
Another Presbyterian church in town is involved in this endeavor of feeding the hungry. People in need line up starting the night before for the 7:30, once a month, Saturday morning, food distribution. That part is carried out in the church parking lot, under the solar canopy-covered spaces. The line starts blocks away and wends its way through the streets to the large lot. The actual giveaway is planned in military fashion–early, precise and exacting, no matter the weather. It’s beyond me.
However, the food packing is something I can handle. The food is brought in on Thursday, delivered by the local food bank, on large wooden pallets.
Much of the food is canned, or packaged, USDA surplus, provided at highly reduced rates to the food bank. The church often uses extra cash to buy eggs, milk, and meat, items the food bank does not carry.
I pack the items into grocery bags in what is called the USDA room where the canned and packaged goods are delivered. It is a monumental effort. About 20 of us there this morning to do the packing. A few small children who helped with breaking up the cardboard boxes and corralling the large amounts of plastic wrap.
Today’s packages consisted of canned green beans, canned black beans, canned tomatoes, canned peaches, pears, apricots.These are excess food commodities the USDA buys from farmers to keep prices stable. There were also boxes of dried pasta, raisins, jars of peanut butter.
I packed bags of items for awhile, sort of an assembly line production. Then I helped open bags for more packing. I helped refresh the packing lines when supplies of certain items ran low. If you click here you can see some of the workers and me with a box I was in the process of moving when it was time for a picture.
As I lifted and carried and toted, I appreciated all the exercise I do every morning because I could squat, lift, rise, and carry. I helped pick up empty boxes and the plastic wrapping they had come in. We had two darling little girls helping break down the cardboard along with their mom who did a great job supervising them.
The food amounts were smaller today than when I had done this before. The food bank has fewer food products due to the cutbacks in the federal government surplus buying. The growers will be hurt. The hungry will go without.
