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As some of you may know, we had a pretty ambitious agenda for the Easter luncheon: transport about 20 lbs.of ingredients and equipment to Carson and back, make tamales, rice, beans, cheesy pies, 2 kinds of cookies, goodie bags filled with socks and inspirational messages, decorate 7 tables, coordinate a small village of volunteers, figure out how to use industrial kitchen equipment, have a go at new recipes and untried methods, apologize, then suck it up and hope that the food turned out OK and doesn’t make everyone sick.
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I wondered how many of these Ladies are mothers or grandmothers.
Ironically, on that one day we got the least amount of ladies since we started serving lunch: 36. Before we left, of course we gathered in a circle to reflect on the service.
When the food was served, it wasn’t as loud as usual. I’m still not sure how to interpret that, but I suppose it’s more comforting personally to think that it’s because they were hungry and the food was pretty good. One volunteer reminded me of how Easter is a time of renewal, and for many of the Ladies, the Center is their source for starting over again — not just in the sense that it provides lots of social resources, but the community we all find there I think is the most important part.