Another day, another time.

This morning came as a complete surprise due to such a busy weekend. Being busy can sometimes wear me down, and I have to say it really did. But the success of the endeavor was so worth it. Our church had it's annual lunch and craft sale. And as most of you know I am now in charge. Quit that, I can see you smile. Anyway back to my story. We had moved our event to a different week, different day, and yet through all the changes we did good, thank God. And I mean thank God.

In a small community, you have so little time to make extra money. And as the stores and eating establishments we need their help to survive the long winter months. Mostly because we are in the greater vacation land. Our season formally starts around Memorial and runs through Labor Day. We make extra money for such things as supplies we need in the kitchen, or larger things like a new washer and dryer in the rectory. We pride ourselves in helping the church run.

We are truly a volunteer army. I find it fun to work with such fun gals. We laugh a lot, grumble a lot, but in the end we feel good. Not just because of the money we make but because of the friendships we have developed over the years.

This is just a glimpse into my life living in a small town.

A Community in a Community

When you live in a small community you find out how much support you have when a loved member of the community dies. Everyone plans to come to the service and here in Minnesota we always serve lunch. The menu is simple, ham, buns, salads, and my favorite cakes.

The reason this story is different from all the others is the quantity of people, this small hard working community, of church women will feed. Me, being the new chairperson and green behind ears gets the call, 300 guests. Three hundred guests. Our church is small and without the community hall we could not seat three hundred. I needed to find a new place to serve lunch. The Emily City Hall was available. That part was simple.

We rely on our church community to donate the cakes and salads. Usually it's a small number of each and a few calls do the trick. Today I had to find 30 salads and 20 cakes. Just then your heart beats a little faster and I got a little nervous, then the phone starts ringing. The community around our church started to make calls. It wasn't for me but the sheer need to support the people who live here.

At the end of the day, I am tired, but satisfied. The surprise was that they weren't called they called us. Wow, just when you think our nation is in such trouble, the real people that make this nation great show themselves to us.

God Bless those that made my day a pleasure, not hard ship. To those who wrote nice comments of prayers thanks, I love my interent friends. I hope to be back reading your blogs very soon. I miss them and you.