The older, mostly-female crowd emerged from the dim passageway
into the light of the courtyard of La Parroquia, the parish church of San
Miguel de Allende. Some shuffled in, some walked with canes, some held onto the
arms of friends and daughters. These deeply-weathered, elderly women and men are
among those perched daily on steps or street sidewalks, selling small sacks of
pepitas or gum or little items as a way to help their families survive.
Many had walked miles to be at the Wednesday lunch provided
by So Others May Eat (S.O.M.E.) As they passed through the courtyard, already set up with colorful, cloth-covered
tables, we and the other volunteers of the day greeted them.
Judy and I
continued our job of chopping bagged romaine lettuce into shreds; it would
garnish the soup. Several other volunteers lined the walkway, shaking hands,
smiling, and welcoming the folks. Bypassing the tables, they filed into one of
the rooms that opened onto the courtyard for prayers and songs.
Another person cut limes in half and set one in each blue plastic bowl along with a white spoon. The cooks carried large covered pots out to the work table. Lifting the wide lids, curious volunteers discovered a pasta soup in clear broth, Spanish rice, broccoli, mole sauce and stewed chicken feet.
A young man who had been
over-seeing the operation came out of the kitchen and served up one plate. This
was the example so we could see the quantity and the plate presentation.
We’d only heard about this
luncheon the weekend before from our friend and former San Miguel neighbor,
Pam. The owners of The Spa-Hotel Casa del Misionero, who sponsor this
benefit lunch, have been doing it each Wednesday since 1989 with the help of volunteers.
So, on our last full day in our beloved San Miguel, we’d walked over to La
Parroquia to see how we could be of service.
While we stood ready to help when
the serving began, more people came in and sat at the tables. They seemed to
know where to land because, as Pam explained, there is a seating protocol that’s
strictly followed. The eldest sit at the first table, which is one of several
that are beneath a shady, roofed area; they are served first. The rest also sit
according to age, with the youngest in the uncovered section at the end of the
courtyard.
After the lengthy ceremony ended
and everyone was finally seated, the group sang one or two more songs. Then, a
blessing was said, signaling the volunteers into action filling cups with tea.
Judy began ladling soup into bowls held by another volunteer who added the
lettuce garnish. Two runners delivered and served the filled bowls to the eager
diners.
I scrambled to ready more bowls
and find extra spoons when it looked as though we were about to run out. An
extra table had been set up to accommodate the overflow of people who needed to
be fed.
High-pitched laughter and multiple
conversations filled the air, creating a carefree atmosphere. What a difference
nourishing food, moments of respite, and genuine caring make.
Hearts warmed, Judy
and I both felt grateful for the opportunity to help even a little.
Giving back feels good. I would love to read your story of giving back. So, feel free to share it in the comments section, in an email, or on Facebook.
~ xoA ~
Your words are melodic, Annis. I love to read your writing. Another beaut. ~d.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Dana. I appreciate your comments. Thanks for taking the time to comment. xoA
ReplyDeleteThis was a very rewarding experience and I'm glad we had the opportunity to serve.
ReplyDeleteMe, too, Judy. Thanks for doing this together and also for your comment. xoA
ReplyDeleteThis sounds like it was a very rewarding experience of service. I could almost hear the laughter in the air. Thank you for sharing your journey.
ReplyDeleteMy pleasure, Morgan, and thank you for your kind words. It was a highlight of our trip. xoA
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