Final Report

Saturday, when we got to the church to pare potatoes, people were already there, lining up cans of sweet potatoes, green beans and cranberry sauce. There was a stack of sticks of margarine softening, waiting to be dumped into a big pan of mashable potatoes.

One of the men brought biscuits and gravy from a fast-food place, and there was a tray of biscuits baking in the oven. Another man had brought some of his home-cured Southern ham and had fried it on the stove. One bite has a day's alottment of salt! Wow!

Anyway, many hands make the work go faster, and many tongues tell many jokes.

My husband and I delivered thirty meals meals just on our road. When we stopped to leave meals for eight people of one family, they gave us a loaf of bread still warm from the oven. The people who live alone always want us to stay and talk. They are lonely. We'll try harder to get around to them this year to see that they are all right.

By the end of the evening, we tallies up over 200 meals delivered and about 100 eaten in the church hall. The donations people pressed on us were converted within twenty-four hours into eight warm coats for children in the elementary school in the village. Success!