Bedlam Farm Blog Journal by Jon Katz

18 March

Pantry Power. Clam Chowder Soup Is The Food Of The Day For The Cambridge Food Pantry

by Jon Katz

Our support plan for the Cambridge Food Pantry has been astounding, transformative, and so successful that every single item sent in the past two weeks was eagerly and instantly taken by the people who came to the pantry needing food. We are making an enormous difference; the pantry’s staff and users are shocked and grateful.

We asked for popcorn for the kids, which came by the truckload yesterday. Thank you; the kids will be thrilled.

I met with Sara Harrington this morning, and I suggested we choose the most in demand and try to focus on one a day or more if you wish. I’m going that route. I buy one every item every morning and send it to the pantry. It is a powerful grounding tool for me; doing good always feels good, and many days, I can feel good spending pennies or just a few dollars on my wish list.

I thought I was dreaming when I saw Campbell’s Chunky SoupClam Chowder,” said one of the customers. “It has clam chunks, something we love but can no longer afford. I can’t thank you enough, people.”

(Above are gift notes people sent from their Amazon orders. Most of the notes are from people as far away as Georgia, California, and even New Mexico, thanking us for letting them help. That’s what Americans are really like, not the hate-spewing losers on the news.

Sarah says she is getting so many boxes from Amazon that she’s leaving snacks for the drivers. Knowing its importance, it might be a good option for the Army Of Goods to pick several weekly items, one at a time.

So, let’s try out the new idea and see what happens. Sara says the item that disappeared the fastest was Campbell’s Chunky Soup Clam Chowder, 16.3 Oz Can (Case of 8). I sent two to the pantry via Amazon this morning. (If people wish to buy Clam Chowder from a different place, feel free to do so. The address to ship is The Cambridge Food Pantry, 24 East Main Street, Cambridge, N.Y., 12816. The phone number is 518 677-7152.)

(Update: Another Amazon truckload of food arrived at the Cambridge Pantry this afternoon (Monday). Sara sent me a list of the most wanted and taken food. I suggested putting up a daily reminder on the blog so people can use that as a guide. They need all of the items on the wish list. These are the most sought-after items; these are the ones that go out the fastest: clam chowder, beef ravioli, parmesan cheese, toothpaste, prego spaghetti sauce, and baked beans.)

The rest of the list is essential also.

I just learned that everything we sent is being taken home immediately.  This means we are sending the right things. Toothpaste, formula, and diapers are also welcome but scarce. People went crazy over the clam chowder.

These are the things people miss the most and are the most eager to have. The pantry workers choose them all; they know what flies out of the pantry.

No supermarket will give chunky soup Clam Shower to a food pantry. It’s $14.43 a case. I like this idea of food of the day. We can ensure that what we send is what people most want and need. The toothpaste we sent was also a smash. People are also free to buy other things; these will all be scooped up.

You can view and buy items from the wish list here. The list will be constantly updated and always available. Thanks, and thanks.

 

18 March

This Morning, Monday, March 18, 2024. Guess Who’s Waiting Every Morning To Eat?

by Jon Katz

The first thing I see in the morning is Zip, sitting on the back porch, waiting for me. I thought at first he was waiting to see me, but it seems he’s waiting to be fed.

The second I come out, he shoots off to hide under the garden bed. When he feels safe, he takes off for the barn. He is alert and cautious, constantly checking his surroundings like good barn cats do.

He loves to eat, as many cats and dogs do. After eating, he came out looking for me, and we had some quality time together.

I love taking photos in the early morning. I went out this morning in my winter cap and new L.L. Bean Bathrobe. No more naked sun shots. The Amish go back and forth all morning from dawn out, and they wouldn’t like to see me with no clothes on. We are good neighbors.

When I return from some morning chores, I want to write about the rise of hate mail. I also have some exciting new Macro flower photos to share. Stay tuned, and thanks for the many lovely messages I got this morning. You are gems, good to me as well as everyone else.

 

Maria is the Pied Piper of Bedlam Farm. The animals love her and trust her. Sue was wobbly but okay this morning. We’re glad she might get to have a natural heath.

Morning flower, Macro lens.

Bud in the sun.

Bird watching, dawn, woodpecker

Bedroom mirror, catching the morning sun

 

18 March

Diapers, A Way To Feel Good This Morning

by Jon Katz

I thought my diaper days were long gone, but I sent some Luv diapers, 64-count, to the Cambridge Food Pantry this morning. I do this every day or so, small acts of great kindness. It’s a good thing to do, but also selfish in some ways: It gives me a way to feel good every morning.

The diapers are Size 6-ounce, 64-count, Paw Patrol Disposable Baby Diapers for $18.47. I love starting the day that way.

You can find the diapers and the Food Pantry Wish List here. It’s a nightmare not to be able to afford diapers.

Thanks so much for supporting the Food Pantry; your help is much needed and greatly appreciated. The boxes are still coming. Don’t be fooled by the news; people in America are great-hearted and eager to do good.

This week, I began volunteering at the food pantry. I’ll be putting together the “backpack” program for the children of people who need and use the pantry.

Your support is a godsend and much appreciated. Food issues are rocketing up for middle-class families as well as people experiencing poverty.

18 March

Yarn, Yarn, Yarn. The Bishop Gibbons Arts Are Very Happy And Off Creating Thanks To You, Says Sue

by Jon Katz

A week and a half ago, I relayed Sue Silverstein’s urgent request for yarn. Her art students – young women, most in this case – were pleading for yarn; they were eager to make things. The yarn is arriving in boxes and boxes.

This morning, Sue sent me this message, and I hope you generous people will feel as good about it as I do. You are angels:

Soooooo many boxes of beautiful yarn this morning,” wrote Sue. “The Army Of Good is truly wonderful. My students are so happy and can’t wait to begin creating! Thank you.”

Sue promised to send me photos of the things the kids are making, and I’ll pass them along and go see them in person. This is a big step, and Sue knows what to do with the support she gets.

I’m sure Sue and her geniuses will burn through the yarn. Feel free to send more to Sue Silverstein, Bishop Gibbons High School, 2600 Albany Street, Schenectady, New York, 12304.

She’s also happy to receive recycled and unused toys, shoes, clothes, acrylic paint, canvases, hats, etc. The address is the same, and thanks so much. This is the true spirit of what it means to be an American, not hate and grievance.

We support compassion and empathy, not contempt and cruelty. We do good whenever we can.

18 March

Guess What? Robin Isn’t A Little Kid Any More

by Jon Katz

Emma sent me another one of her beautiful photos of Robin last night, and I was startled. Robin is at that point where she is no longer a child but a young woman. Yesterday, she went running with Emma in Brooklyn, which brought her life into focus and shook me up.

The photo makes it clear.

As all children do (it’s a cliche), Robin is growing up, and Emma’s beautiful pictures keep me informed and connected. As I predicted, Robin and I are not incredibly close; I don’t see her often enough. But I do love her, and I love seeing the excellent job that Emma and her husband Jay have done raising her.

When I was a child, I was always baffled and annoyed when adults made such a fuss of my growing bigger and older. It was the first thing older people said to me.

What did they expect, I wondered?  That I would shrink? Don’t all of us grow older?

The image of her running along with Emma made me pause and realize how short life is and how far away I am from my daughter and her daughter. She’s no toddler now.

It’s okay. I’m very close to Emma these days, and we talk often, openly, and efficiently. I don’t have to be there to appreciate and feel it in my heart.

In our strange new world, there are many ways to stay in touch. I make myself felt.

I have found several ways to support Robin and get her some tools she loves to read and play with.

I always let her know how remarkable I think she is. I think she knows that.

Once I overcame the shock of picturing her jobbing with Emma, I felt a rush of gratitude. We laugh together at the strangeness of life.

It’s what I hoped for for both of them. Robin has so many things I never had and a bunch of things Emma did have. To me, that’s a great success and a reason for joy.

I write this with pride and contentment, not regret or sadness. I predicted this from the beginning.

As I have often said, I’m not one of those grandparents whose life begins with a grandchild. I want my own life to be the focal point of life, not someone else’s child.  Emma knows what she is doing; she doesn’t need me to be in her face. And she wouldn’t like it.

I love seeing these photos, and I thank Emma for understanding.

My first wife Paula and I raised Emma to be independent and well-equipped to care for herself, just like her mother, and that is what happened. She is another remarkable woman in my life.

I am grateful for that and for the chance to see Robin evolve into the remarkable person she is. Emma insists my blood is in there, and more and more, I get a sense of that.

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