2 April

SOS For Soap! Food Pantry: Sara Harrington, And The Amazing Search For Love And Soap And Nourishment

by Jon Katz

(Sarah’s Urgent Food Choice For  Children And Families Today: Dial Soap Bars, 8 bars,  $6.47. The food pantry is out of soap, so this is one of the most urgent requests.)

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Sarah Harrington is one of those unconsciously remarkable people. She is shy yet powerful, quiet, yet a workaholic, modest but in charge,  a modern executive in a traditional environment modernizing a community pantry that had no website.

Everyone at the pantry loves her, and many worry about her working herself into exhaustion.

She also has the gift of empathy and compassion. She wants to get her guests (her name for the people who come for food) the best possible food and the gift of dignity.

I see a competent person who knows what she is doing. I trust her completely and appreciate working with her. In some curious way, we are similar. She makes doing good seem easy.

She has two college degrees—a Master’s In Visual Communications from Temple University and a Bachelor’s In Graphic Design—and has had many high-powered and diverse jobs.

She’s even edited her own magazine. Some might say her world has shrunk as the new director of the Cambridge Food Pantry.

Obviously not.

She knows how the modern world works, and how to reach out to it.

But she’s one of the blessed ones, doing what she loves and most cares about – helping people who need help.

No wonder we get along so well. Sarah is a sucker for underdogs, “that’s my thing,” she says. “These people don’t have the luxury of saving for their retirement. It’s tough out there; I see it all the time.”

The Army of Good has done an excellent job sending food to her pantry. “It has made all the difference, “she says. This is the good stuff—a lot of food they love and miss. They noticed the change right away.”

But she made it happen.

By Thursday, all of the food on those shelves will be gone, and the shelves will be empty. Our donations are giving the pantry some breathing room, the guests are very grateful..

Sarah has devoted her life now to helping people get the food they need but can’t afford, She has recruited me and the Army of Good to help get the food they want, but that can’t be brought through the vast and complex food pantry system.

“It makes such a difference when they can bring home the food their families want and love; it makes them feel whole and successful again.”

One story I heard stuck in my mind: a woman who cried when she saw a jug of Tide Detergent, something she always loved but could no longer get.

We are filling the void between what people want and need and what the food pantry system can’t provide.

Maria and I spent the morning opening packages and stacking them for the rush tomorrow. “It will all be gone by the end of the day,” she said.

I felt guilty about all the work it took to unpack those packages and wanted to help. A squad of devoted volunteers came to finish the job, as they always do.

“I’ve worked at other food pantries,” she said, “but this one is different—the vibe, the volunteers, the sense of community.”

 

 

I can already feel it.

But for all the good happening here, Sarah is the one who brought it all together. She recruited me, understood me, was honest with me, listened to me, taught me,  and instantly understood the potential of the Amazon Wish Lists as a powerful tool for nonprofits, something  I saw at the Mansion and then Bishop Maginn.

Working with Sarah, we’ve refined the Wish List idea, which gives donors the power to spend and purchase what they want.

Sarah is moving the pantry to the next generation, recruiting local advocates, and even starting a website.

Sarah is the first executive director to have an e-mail address. She is also a passionate texter; that’s how she and I communicate.

She and Maria hit it off right away; both love hard work and physical work, and they get right down to business. Both are artists.

Maria signed up to be a regular volunteer. She’s going back next week to help. Me too.

(Dial Soap For Children And Families: $6.47 per box of eight bars.)

Sarah is married (to a school vice principal) and has two grown sons. She is also a dog lover. She almost melted when I brought her outside to meet Zinnia, who was waiting in the car.

It rarely takes more than a minute for her to answer a text, and I return the favor. We talk back and forth all day.  She works all the time and is available all the time. She sends pictures of the boxes pouring into the pantry from the Army Of Good.

Seeing all the packages you have been sending was a wonderful thing for me to see. We are doing some heavy good. I also noticed how much work goes into opening those packages and distributing all of those cans and bottles and boxes.

Sarah is teaching me how the complex and limited food supply system works, how important farmers are to the system, and how supermarkets are very generous but limited in what they can give away.

Before the pantry, one local market used to haul tons of still-fresh food to the dump. Now, it goes to the Food Pantry Regional Fund and the pantries.

However, many foods and products are owned by the companies that make them, not the supermarkets, and they come and collect the things that don’t sell. They rarely give them away.

I spent much time speaking with Sarah this morning and taking photos of her and the pantry. I’ll write more about her and what I am learning about a system that seems increasingly essential daily.

In the meantime, I hope we can get these children and their families some soap. They very much want to be healthy and clean; I hope we can help them:

A box of Dial soap bars costs $6.47. I’m buying three boxes; what you are doing is lovely beyond words. I hope we can maintain it.

Zinnia waited quietly in the car while I was inside the food pantry.

19 February

This Morning, Showering With “Drunk Goat Soap” From The Goat Lady: Smells Like Raspberry

by Jon Katz

I showered with “Drunk Goat Soap” this morning. It was great.

I knew when Cindy Casavant showed up at the Cambridge Farmers Market with a new soap called “Drunk Goat Soap” that we would be friends and that I would buy this soap.

Cindy is a true creative, she is a goat farmer with new ideas and a lot of drive, especially when it comes to soap making as you can see on her snappy blog.

She and her husband Larry set up a goat farm seven years ago to chase their dreams. People who do that are blessed in my book.

I’m not a beer drinker and don’t want to smell beer in the shower, but I needn’t worry. When you mix local beer and goat milk, says Cindy, you get a lot of lather. I can testify that this is true; I used the Drunk Goat Soap this morning. The bar itself is not scented, but the scent of the local cherry/raspberry beer comes out when you use it.

Cindy is nothing if not transparent. I’m urging her to tell some of her wonderful goat stories and show her goat photos on www.cazacrez.com.

And she posts the ingredients of the Drunk Goat Soap, which has become my favorite of her soaps, and cheap at the price: $6 a bar.

I’m an amateur connoisseur when it comes to soap; I’ve even tried to make it at several points in my life but was unsuccessful. Mine was slop. Cindy knows what she is doing. She is the real deal, a creative farmer who loves her dogs and loves her soaps.

Ingredients: “Coconut Oil, Olive Oil Pomace, Our Goat Milk, Local Beer, Shea Butter, Sodium Hydroxide, Sunflower Oil, Powder Sugar.” Her email is [email protected]. She deserves great success.

 

27 November

Photo Journal, Sunday, November 27, 2022: Soap Felting Lessons. My First Felted Bar. I Had Some Help

by Jon Katz

After dinner, we had some choices.

I’m still recovering from my head cold but getting better, and I’m still required to wear a surgical boot and walk as little as possible for another week or so, so our options were limited as we ended our Peaceable Week.

We liked it a lot, and from now on, we will meditate together every morning and make sure we find some silence every day. I did a lot of good thinking.

We’ll watch some streaming later tonight  – “Reservation Dogs” and the first two parts of the “Chippendale” series (both on Hulu), which we found surprisingly compelling.

Yesterday we watched the final episode of “Derry Girls,” which we both loved very much and consider one of the best series we’ve ever seen on Netflix. “Derry Girls” was genius, mixing humor and pathos brilliantly.

I’m almost done with the novel “This Is Not The Time To Panic” by Kevin Wilson, and I like it very much. I highly recommend it.

 

 

(Our two bars of soap, soon to be felted. One from a goat farm, one bar of Ivory.)

My idea tonight was for Maria to teach me how to make some felted soap with the remains of her wool roving. She graciously agreed; she is kind and generous. I wasn’t up for Monopoly. Maria likes Bird Monopoly, where bird names are substituted for street names.

I started my reporting career in Atlantic City; I’m a purist.

So we sat at the dining room table and began melting two bars of soap.

This is labor-intensive work, so we limited it to two bars. Maria made it clear she had no intention of ever making or selling felted soap.

 

We chose strings of roving (the dogs ate the longer strips, we left them out one afternoon. The idea is to wrap the roving around the soap, including the corners. Above, we covered the roving all around the soap.

 

 

We put the felted soap in knee-high nylon stockings made known, soaked them in water for five minutes, and then rubbed them all around intensely and thoroughly.

 

 

We pulled the soap carefully out of the stockings they were wrapped in.

Finished.

We soaked them again in water and pulled them out of the knee-high nylons. We’ll leave them to dry overnight. They feel great. I’m anxious to use them. Maria is out of roving, so no more felted soap until late next Spring, if ever.

I did okay with some help. My bar is on the left above; Maria’s is on the right.

The soap foams up when you use the bar, and it’s like soap with a soft towel.

We’ll put the bars to work quickly. Maria is a good and patient teacher, I messed up the wrapping (and the rubbing) of soap, but she straightened it out.

16 March

Look What Came In The Mail Today….Dog Soap, Literally

by Jon Katz

Today, we got a package in our mailbox from Laura Pakain, who lives in Nyack, N.Y., and makes soap with people’s dogs inside of them.

This is something new for me; she had lovely representations of Zinnia, Fate, and Bud (I guess she couldn’t find a black and white plastic figure for Fate. She came close, though.)

I told Maria I wouldn’t be comfortable soaping myself with my dogs, but she explained that the idea was to use the soap and keep the dog figures.

Anyway, Laura included a letter explaining that she makes these animal soaps every winter and sells them in a local lingerie shop as a fundraiser for local dog and cat rescue groups.

She said she’s been meaning for a while to send some Bedlam Farm dog soaps, and she made this one with us in mind.

Thanks, Laura, that is flattering and humbling.

Laura is a long-time reader of my books and blog, “and I’ve bought some of Maria’s wonderful yarn.”

“Years ago,” she wrote, “I had the same idea as you, to buy a farm for my dogs, but I’m still stuck here in Nyack. You both do beautiful things for people! Thanks, Laura.”

Thanks to you, Laura, reading your letter, I was thinking back to why I bought the farm, and over the years, I’ve learned that I got it for me, the dogs were a kind of excuse.

I learned that I could move all I wanted, but the problem was that I always came with me.

I love the soap, but it’s so appealing and accurate I think I could never use it.

With Maria’s permission, I’ll bring it into my study. Thanks, and good luck with your soap and rescue work. Jon

 

14 July

At The Mansion, Dogs And Books For Connie, Goodness Everywhere.

by Jon Katz
Dogs And Books

Gus came of age as a therapy dog today, he fell asleep in Connie’s lap.

Some good things happened to Connie today. I mentioned the other day that she was running out of mysteries, and I brought her over my first mystery, “Death By Station Wagon.” I got a call from Battenkill Books that a member of the Army Of Good, Denise from Indiana, had called and ordered five mysteries by Louise Penny, a great choice for Connie.

I took them right over. Connie has some long days to fill in that chair, even when she starts knitting again. It will be easier now.

I know that some other mysteries are on the way, so I think she’s okay for now, and thanks. Soap and shampoo and body wash are still pouring into the Mansion, I think we’re okay there also, and thanks for those things as well. They really matter.

Connie was surprised to learn that I wrote a mystery series once, when I was trying to survive as a writer back when government functioned some of the time.

We also brought Gus and Red into see Connie, she and Red have a beautiful thing, Connie pets and rubs his shoulders and eventually, he just plops down at her feet and goes to sleep. It is his favorite place in the Mansion. Gus lay down on the floor next to Connie, and then she leaned over him and picked him up, and she cradled him in her arms and rocked him to sleep.

He lay in her arms for a long time, until we had to leave, and I could see the pleasure and peace he brought to her, he will, I think, be a fine therapy dog. He loves to be touched, he loves people,  and he seems able to sleep almost anywhere.

I appreciate the way people respond so quickly and lovingly to the Mansion’s needs. I like that we react but not overreact. We can send too little, we can send too much, we are getting it just about right. We give what is needed, no more, no less, and we do it when we can.

I am learning what the residents really need, I am learning what people can and will send. It is working so well. There is no reason to change it for me. My work at the Mansion is a departure, after a decade of therapy work with dogs. I usually came and went quickly, and rarely came to the same place more than two or three times.

I didn’t really get to know people, either they were sick and dying (this was hospice work) or perhaps I was afraid to get to know them because they were sick and dying. I would often show up at someone’s home and find them gone.

At the Mansion, I committed to focusing on this one place, getting to know the people well enough to write about them, learning what they really might need to make their lives better. This age group is  rewarding, they are elderly but still active, still engaged, still interested in life, even if some are frail.

This was a gamble, it is common for people like me to burnout in this work. But at the Mansion, I was welcome from the beginning and felt comfortable and came slowly to know and love the people there. They came to trust me, and I guess I came to trust them. It feels good, I do not ever feel drained by it.

I never envisioned anything like the Army Of Good, I couldn’t have even imagined it. I believe the November election began to connect the dots for me. Everyone around me was anxious or angry, the poisons of the left and the right began to fill the air and enter our consciousness. I didn’t want to do that or be a part of that, and so I thought of this idea of doing good rather than arguing about what was good.

It was a selfish impulse, I wanted to feel better, I wanted to feel grounded and meaningful in the middle of sometimes frightening change.

I never imagined Red would be such an intuitive dog for this work, or that a little puppy like Gus could slide right into it.

I did not know so many other people were looking for the same thing, and in some small measure, we are finding it with the Mansion residents and the refugee children, we are touching lives and bringing light to darkness. Yes, it is noble and good to do this everywhere, but there is powerful mojo behind this and I am sticking with it.

Know that this weekend people will be clean and refreshed and regain their dignity because of the simple things you rushed to send them. That is grass-roots conviction and activism at its finest and most productive.

The residents have their soap and shampoo, Connie has mysteries to read, Jane is drawing in her coloring books, Art will be getting letters from people of faith, the residents and is getting a table to write on in their wheelchairs, two people will have good clothes to wear.

The Mansion staffers struggled to find the clothes they want for two of the residents at Wal-Mart yesterday, so the shopping will continue. On to thrift stores.

They did buy a shirt and pants, they’ll get the rest over the weekend.

The drawing and reading table for wheel chairs is coming on Monday, I thought of Jane the artist at first but I realize half of the Mansion residents will be able to use it, so I’m turning it over to Julie Smith, the Activities Director when it comes, she can give it Jane, but also share it with others.

Thanks for your donations towards the table.

I think this overbed table is a fairly new product – the Mansion staffers have never seen one – and those of you with friends or family members in wheelchairs who like to read or paint or use puzzles, or who are using wheelchairs yourselves, might want to know about it. See it here.

Connie got some more letters today and she read them to us. It seems many people who are coming to the Open House in October hope to meet Connie there. We will certainly invite her.

So I think we’re good for the moment, if you can keep the cards and letters and photos coming, that would be wonderful. Connie proposed to Maria and I today that she collect the photos she is getting and put them up on a big board to show at the Open House. It’s a good idea.

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