In the spirit of the holiday season, I thank each of you for supporting my work and following the story of hungry people in America. This has been a busy year for me. Without your support, none of it would be possible. However you discovered this blog and whatever keeps you returning, I thank you.
Each new reader who learns something new from the story of hungry people in America and each new reader who finds information about the situation inspires me to continue working . Thank you.
Each person who buys a copy of “I Don’t Hang Out in Churches Anymore” validates the story. Each person who finds the booth at the Mower’s Meadow Flea Market strengthens ripples of abundance and knowledge which are created there. Thank you.
Each person who puts a dime or a dollar or many dollars in the donation jar at the booth supports the effort to feed the hungry in our great nation. Each person’s generosity increases the awareness of the situation. Thank you.
Please continue reading the articles. Your readership allows me to share the awareness, strengthening ripples of abundance even more. Thank you.
The Mower’s Meadow Flea Market closes over the winter and does not open again until May. I seek an indoor market to winter over where I can continue to tell the story of the hungry in America.
Please drop by my booth wherever I am. In the Spring, I hope to offer Reiki sessions, copies of the second edition of “A Healer’s Handbook”, and unique bracelets designed by Michele Garner, the artist who designed the cover of “I Don’t Hang Out in Churches Anymore”.
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It snowed a little bit last Saturday when I was at Mower’s Meadow and more is expected this week. The books and clothing all got a mini dusting of the first snow of the season.
Whenever that happens (the first snow of the season) I always remember one of the first things I learned about the Woodstock community and its residents when I moved here: Labor Day means we pack away our dreams of a summer moon and drag out the brand new boots we were waiting to put on.
And, further into the memory is the afternoons in the pantry when the cold was so cold and Bob Otto and Tony Cannistra about froze to death in the barn. They distributed frozen food to the shoppers from that dirt floored room in the unpainted, uninsulated, unheated building behind the church parking lot.
Even though the pantry couldn’t open until 3:00, Bob and Tony unlocked the barn and got to work at 2:30. “Come on over!” they called to the crowd gathered in the parking lot. “We’ve got chopped meats, cutlets, steaks, roasts, mac and cheese packages, frozen juices.”
2:30 in the parking lot was described by some of the volunteers as a circus. I lovingly thought of it as a bus station in a third world country. And, actually, I thought of it as more than that.
I once spent a couple of hours in an out-of-the-way airport in Venezuela that was overcrowded with hundreds of gold miners who themselves waited for planes. They either waited for planes to get further into the interior of the country to hunt for gold or they waited for planes to return to civilization to sell what they found. Whatever their destination, the place was packed.
But, whether we were all coming or going at the pantry, we were in a hurry, too.
In the pantry, we were always in a hurry. The crowd was always larger than the hallway, the parking lot, and the barn entrance. And, they wanted to get the long wait behind them so they could have a two or three minute shopping spree in the tiny room.
And, after the shopping, they were always in a hurry to get their new found food home because the event had taken all afternoon. For some, it took more than just all afternoon because they got to the pantry late morning. Hitch hikers started out early and, if they got a ride quickly, they were in the parking lot before noon.
My memory always includes a vision of Bob and Tony taking turns to come into the hallway to warm up, whatever that meant. Even though the hallway was crowded, there was just not quite enough body heat generated to call the place cozy…or even cool. The place was cold.
I never said a word about the temperature because I was afraid that if I did the volunteers would walk off. I just went about my business pretending that I wasn’t wearing two sweaters under my coat. Volunteers made statements about the temperature of the hallway as they wore two hats.
“My hands are frozen!” Bob always remarked as he briskly rubbed them together, hoping the friction would get the heat going. Just outside the door to the building, Bob stomped his feet, trying to get some feeling into his cold toes.
Tony was less vocal but just as cold when he got his short break. I always suspected that he had a small hidden flask to help warm himself up. How else could he be so calm about fingers one degree away from frost bite? I never saw any evidence but it was the only excuse I could find for a person in such cold weather conditions.
Because, not only were the two men standing in the cold, they were handling frozen meats, vegetables, fruits, juices. All of it came rock solid frozen from the food bank.
Before the pantry opened, Tony also doubled as the parking lot manager which put him in the middle of the confusion. Just the parking lot was a fulltime toughie job. But, somehow, Tony made the parking lot and the barn distribution look easy.
But, no one complained. Ever. They had gotten a three-day-supply of food a week ago and it was all gone now. They were hungry. They were the struggling poor.
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On behalf of Chip, Lulu, Sport, Bubba, and the many dogs shopping at the Mower’s Meadow Flea Market every week, thank you for generously sharing your tennis balls with the Woodstock Dog Park.
With your continued generosity, we can give them out every weekend and Wednesday the flea market is open!
We give them out on flea market day to all the four footers shopping. They Love Them! We can’t thank you enough for your generosity.
In addition to making the dogs visiting the flea market happy, this distribution introduces the Woodstock Dog Park to many families who had no idea there is a dog park on Dixon Avenue.
Your generosity is appreciated by all the people with booths in the flea market. We all love seeing the dogs carrying tennis balls.
The Mower’s Meadow Flea Market will be closed after Thanksgiving weekend until the Spring. IF you continue sharing the tennis balls with us, I’ll hold them until the market opens in the Spring because I’ve reserved a space for the next season..
The bottom line is that, as long as you share the tennis balls, dogs all over Woodstock will enjoy chasing tennis balls! It’s a favorite sport of many local pets!
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Do you attend a yoga class regularly?
Well, you’re missing out.
Well, actually, I’m missing out, too. I used to take a yoga class every day.
Then, life happened and I really just never got back into the daily morning yoga groove. But, it’s okay. I found Carolyn Abedor. So, now, I take a morning yoga class at 9:30 every Thursday.
What can I say? With Carolyn Abedor teaching our class, I feel better than I’ve felt in years. What’s her secret? Carolyn takes her class time seriously. She focuses on our spines so that we stand straighter. We breathe better. Our balance improves.
I feel more confident when I have a class with Carolyn because my body is rejuvenated. I know this reads redundantly but it’s true. I know that my chance of falling is smaller after a class with Carolyn.
So, after a class with Carolyn, I stand taller, with happier shoulders. I walk straighter on stronger legs.
But, that’s not all. An hour with Carolyn and yoga is an hour promoting homeostasis which is all important. I leave the class more grounded. I feel that I have offered my spiritual body a chance to harmonize itself through Carolyn’s instruction.
During the hour, wellness is all important. Joint health stays on the agenda. Emotional balance is part of the routine.
Okay, you’ve got the picture I think. Where is Carolyn? She’s in the yoga building at Access PT on Route 212 next to St. Gregory’s.
And, what makes Carolyn so fancy? Well, it’s her experience and her credentials. She’s a physical therapist AND a yoga teacher. This combination of education and training and experience make Carolyn an exceptionally wonderful teacher.
I LOVE Carolyn!
I look forward to seeing you on Thursdays at 9:30!
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Sometimes I’m just grateful for kind words and surprises. I don’t ask why I got selected. I just enjoy. And, that includes ice cream!
I feel that way about Nancy’s Ice Cream Parlor in the brick building across the street from the library. I don’t know why she chose to bring her fabulous ice cream to Woodstock instead of a hundred other adorable communities in our area. And, frankly, I don’t care. I’m not even bothering to ask her.
I just show up and order the ice cream, eat the treat, get blissed out and return home smiling.
Nancy uses only the purest ingredients to make the many flavors of ice cream on the premises. They are sourced locally. Her chocolate, for example, comes from Fruition. The result is a product which, when eaten, has the potential to be a spiritual experience. What more can I ask for?,
Specials, that’s what. Just the other day it was blueberry pie a la mode.
Nancy’s Ice Cream was open over the winter, too. For some strange reason, I just never noticed it until this July. Well, now that I know about Nancy, I’m hoping she’ll stay open over the winter this year.
If you haven’t tried Nancy’s Ice Cream, go on over and enjoy the best milk shake you’ve ever had…or the best sundae you’ve ever had…or the best…….you name it.
And, spread the good news. Nancy’s come to town!
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COME JOIN US
Please join me Sunday, July 8th at 2:00 p.m. at St. Gregory’s Church on Route 212 in Woodstock for a fun, interesting, and informative health and wellness workshop for you and your favorite four-legged pet.
We’ll be discussing topics dealing with your pet’s health and wellness.
HEALTH AND WELLNESS WORKSHOP
Lumps and bumps and other subjects about your pet’s health and wellness
Your allergies and your pets
Your dog’s skin and you
Does your favorite companion need a groomer…or…can you do A better job yourself?
Your health and your pet’s health and wellness are connected.
A well stocked first aid kit for your pet
When to take your pet to the emergency room.
Where is the emergency room anyway?
COME JOIN US
All the proceeds of this interesting and entertaining health and wellness workshop for you and your pet will be used by the Woodstock Dog Park Committee to maintain the dog park. So far, we’ve used the money to fix the fence, keep the area clean, tree care. Although the dog park belongs to the Town of Woodstock, there is no budget for park maintenance.
We are asking for a donation of $10 for this event.
“Healer’s Handbook” by Thurman Greco will be available for purchase at this workshop. Money received for this book will be used for Woodstock Dog Park Committee projects.
We hope you’ll join us! Bring your favorite companion and enjoy this event. The room is air conditioned. Refreshments will be served.
Looking forward to seeing you and hearing from you.
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It’s OUT! It’s in print! The story has been told! And you can get a copy of the book. Today! Right now! Simply go to thurmangreco.com and order it on paypal.
Or, you can get it at a book signing. I’m reading my book in libraries and church halls and in independent book stores. Check my website to find a time and place convenient for you.
What began as a project, guaranteed to take no more than two hours a month, is a calling. Proceeds of the sale of this book (and the t-shirt) are going to feed the hungry.
The Book and the T-Shirt:
The book and the t-shirts took more than five years of work. I went through reams and reams of paper. Two computers blew up and one copier died of exhaustion.
Get the book, read it, and let me know how you feel about what you read.
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