Thursday,
December 01, 2011
It's a brisk, snowy
night in Grassy Creek and I have cilantro growing happily in the breeze on the front porch railing. How low can it
go? The world appears a whitened conglomerate of all we saw here yesterday. My
antiquarian husband happily plans the layout and décor for a new condo in the
city. Just dreaming?
I've learned that
our Christmas rendezvous will be cut short again this year by the NBA, which
finally reached a collective bargaining agreement. I'm glad Caroline has the
fun job of Arena Host for the Bobcats, but it's hard to like professional
basketball right now and I was looking forward to her unrushed Christmas visit.
After Thanksgiving
and looking toward Christmas, food is on my mind, particularly the scarcity of
it in families who don't have work. Did you ever worry about owners of
professional sports teams or their players not having enough food while they
weren't working? I didn't. But growing consistently in this affluent sports
enriched country is the number of
children who don't have enough to eat .
In Ashe County, one
out of four children, lives below the poverty level.
I write because I
don't have the gift of gab. My sister-in-law, Ruth, does and that makes us a
good team. We had the good fortune of helping with the Community Meal in West
Jefferson on Saturday and I know it won't be the last time. She talked to all
who came and knows many by name now while I thought about what to write. We
worked with several other volunteers to put out a great meal, both
satisfying and fun.
There are too many
who need healthy food and a warm place to eat it. That thought converted to
action will help. It's not even hard.
Ashe Outreach Ministries
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