Archive for April, 2010
The Food Pantry’s mission is to increase hungry people’s access to food. We run our flagship pantry at St. Gregory of Nyssa Episcopal Church in San Francisco, and offer training, small amounts of start-up money, and support to open other pantries in the Bay Area (so far we’ve helped start 18!)
Every Friday we give away free groceries to as many as 600 hungry families. We set up farmers-market style, providing literally tons of fresh fruits and vegetables, rice, beans, pasta, cereal, bread and more. The pantry is run entirely by volunteers––almost all of them people who came to get food and stayed to help out. Everyone is welcome to receive, and to give. If you’re interested in learning more, contact director Sara Miles (email@example.com).
It’s hard to see the increasing number of families who come to The Food Pantry looking for help. Many are often newly unemployed, or facing cutbacks at their jobs. Others are struggling to stay in their houses or rental apartments, and some families have lost their homes. We continue to help our neighbors start new food pantries around the Bay Area, but the bottom line is that the need keeps growing.
As of this spring, we have registered 1200 people, assigning them alternate weeks to come to The Food Pantry at St. Gregory’s. This means that each individual can only get groceries every other week, and, for the first time in nine years, that we can’t always offer food to every person who shows up.
If we are to serve new people, The Food Pantry must raise more money to buy food. Thanks to the generosity of our volunteers, who donate their time to staff the pantry and run our operations, food is our main expense. And we’re incredibly efficient: it still only costs us, on average, just $1 to provide groceries for one family for a week– $50 will help feed a family for a year.
The Food Pantry isn’t supported by the church or by government agencies, but is funded by donations from people like you. We are so proud of the way that our community has responded in these hard times. We’re grateful for all the gifts and regular pledges that allow us to help 1200 hungry families––and the way so many people, volunteers and donors, pitch in to make sure their neighbors have enough to eat.
All donations are tax-deductible. Please mail us your gift, or donate online:. Thank you for being part of this work.
Unlike many programs that rely on canned goods and processed foods, The Food Pantry gives away mostly fresh fruits and vegetables. Thanks to the San Francisco Food Bank and its network of local farmers, we distribute literally tons of delicious, healthy produce every single week.
It’s wonderful to see a kid walking out eating a pear, or a mother’s cart filled to overflowing with greens. We’re grateful for the farmers who make this abundance possible, and to everyone at the Food Bank who sorts, packs and delivers those pallets so hungry people can eat real food.
Right now at The Food Pantry, we’re waiting for the warm-weather produce to come in. There are still plenty of oranges, and the eternal root crops: carrots, cabbage, potatoes, yams, garlic and onions. We had some beautiful artichokes this month, and lots of lettuce. Our neighborhood gardeners promise us that the fava beans are on the way. And as the days grow longer, asparagus is right around the corner….come on, spring!
For several years, 5th grade students from the neighboring Live Oak School have volunteered with us on Friday afternoons, along with their teachers and some parents. They do every kind of work, with incredible enthusiasm: this year, a group of them even came to sing for the pantry, in English and Chinese! Read what some of the students have written about their experiences.
The Story of Lettuce
by Johnny Sobol
I was working quietly at The Food Pantry, minding my own business at the lettuce table, when I heard someone speaking some wise words. It was hard to make out the sound, but then I heard it. Someone said to me, “If you work hard, you will be very famous!”
Max, Sam, and I started to laugh a lot! We realized that weird but true things could be said at St. Gregory’s.
St Gregory’s Poem by Sarah Weihl
I walk in;
The smell of vegetables and dirt almost overwhelm me.
All mixed together with the smell of cardboard and fruit.
Seeing the bread and people of different cultures.
Hearing the sounds of different languages,
Chinese and English,
All mixed together in a whirlwind of sound.
I ask people if they would like some of this,
Or some of that.
Sometimes with body language,
Sometimes with words.
The sound of people asking for food.
I can see and hear everything.
I wonder when it will stop.
I go up to my station.
The Song by Max Bowers
They had out the food for the people!
Bein’ nice is a full-time job! Yeah!
And when they go home, are they feelin’ better?
Yeah, cause they changed some lives!
Cabbages and bars, cans and fresh food;
It doesn’t make a difference to them.
The people come in ready for food,
And they come out feeling great.
And the dead saints line the church walls,
Watching the followers of the great Gregory.
Talkin’ ‘bout the goodness in their hearts.
It comes from the goodness in all of our hearts!
St. Gregory’s Acrostic
by Hazel Olson-Dorf
Something I do on Friday
Today I will go there
Good for the soul
Rite on my mitzvah list
Everyone should do it
Go and volunteer now
Over on De Haro Street
Roll over and check it out
You can do it too
Someday we won’t need it
I’m 19 now, and I live in the Mission, here in San Francisco. Working at The Food Pantry is the one thing in my week that I know I’m always showing up for: it doesn’t matter if I’m sick, if I’m tired, I want to be here. It’s my community.
I used to come to the pantry, starting when I was about ten years old. Some of the older Russian ladies, when I returned this year, were like, “Oh, we remember you when you were this tall.”
I was the bread girl. It was me and my sister, managing the bread table. When the pantry was first starting, it was crazy and chaotic: I was this little kid trying not to get pushed over by grownups. I was a really quiet, reserved kid and afraid of talking to older people. So for a while I was a pushover, and then I learned to be more assertive, like “Dude, you shouldn’t be taking extra bread.” It was hard–but it was kind of great to realize, wow, I’m just a kid, but we’ve got a part in making this happen. I remember how thankful people seemed to get food, and how the other volunteers were happy to have us around.
Nirmala [one of the volunteers] in particular, was a special friend to me. She taught me to do all kinds of things, she taught me Spanish, and when I had some troubles she was there to mentor me. I felt she really noticed.
Then things got bad at home and in school, and I went to a military style boarding school in Utah. You had to walk in lines with your head down, and your arms at your sides. Many of the other kids were hard-core, some had been in Juvi, and many had substance abuse problems or depression. I was one of the youngest ones there, and it was rough. But even when I was in treatment there, feeling lost, I’d sometimes remember working at the food pantry: I’d think: well, even though I’m not so great at other things, at least there’s a place where I used to help people. But there was a lot of times I thought, uh-oh, my life is not gonna end up good.
And then Nirmala sent me a card, it had birds on it, with something else from the food pantry. It all seemed so long ago, and I thought, “Oh my God, it’s Nirmala, I totally remember this woman!” It made my whole month.
Back then I was trying to run away from me. I couldn’t do that. I was going to have to deal with the crap of my life-family problems, a place to live, just getting by. After I got out of high school my foster funding stopped, and I was living on my own, and suddenly had no money. That scared child feeling came back. What I did was just try to find the legit thing, not get all future-tripped. I thought, I can land on my feet.
I realized people always want to talk to me: I can relate to anyone. I don’t go blabbing other people’s business, I’m a good listener. I like to help people. And I thought, maybe I’m not so helpless. I can do something that makes a difference. I decided I would move back and go to school in San Francisco and I enrolled in community college, with a major in psychology. And I came back to the food pantry to volunteer again.
People from all backgrounds come to the pantry because there’s food, it’s safe, it’s clean, it’s not some crap place. The way I see it, the past is the past: everyone should be able to have a new start, not be judged by their past. Maybe something bad happened to them. Maybe like me, they had to find a way to work things out. But hey, you get a new start. And if you get food, you can build your life in another direction.
Food is so expensive. If you’re not middle class, it’s so much more of a struggle just to live. When I was living with a friend over the summer, “couch-surfing”, her cousins and mama and grandma would go to the food pantry. Because, you know what? It’s really cool to be able to have cereal when you don’t have cereal. When you don’t have ten bucks, or even five. It’s like, wow, I got to get food today.
And then people can ask for help in other ways. So the pantry is like a support for them. It’s a support for me in many ways. For part of my life I was receiving, and now I’m giving. It keeps me in touch with the community. I don’t see myself as a scared little kid anymore. When I came back to the pantry, I knew how everything worked, and I became one of the leaders. I know it’s where I belong.