By Wednesday we were
told we had to quit by 1:00 in the afternoon…Catholic Charities worried for the
safety of all those volunteers.
We had already
figured out to begin our day at 7:00am while the thermostat read only 80’s…our
young guys up and out without complaint or drama.
After the tornado,
The Presbyterian Church had renovated a building to house volunteers. Twin beds for 40, four showers, a large
kitchen area and plenty of welcoming air conditioning…we all slept well, bone
tired as we were.
Even in the course of only four days we had our routine, pack lunches, make coffee, fill the dishwasher. In the evenings we would fix dinner and sit “family style” to eat. We listened to the Cardinal games, read, talked, the boys retreating to their own space where you might hear Nick strumming his guitar or wrestling or gaming or, more often, snoring.
Even in the course of only four days we had our routine, pack lunches, make coffee, fill the dishwasher. In the evenings we would fix dinner and sit “family style” to eat. We listened to the Cardinal games, read, talked, the boys retreating to their own space where you might hear Nick strumming his guitar or wrestling or gaming or, more often, snoring.
When a larger group
of volunteers arrived to work on Don’s house we were moved two properties down
to a cute rebuilt home…our job to clean out the basement. Our homeowner…a hoarder…while Glenn and
Jim installed siding and soffit the rest of us hauled mountains of debris,
rotted insulation, decayed mouse corpses and tons of dishes and unidentifiable
dusty stuff from this cellar/basement.
Because the homeowner was sensitive about his possessions we were
instructed not to throw anything away…we left it in the small back yard for the
next group.
As we were leaving
on Thursday Jay said “I wish we could stay longer”…I felt it too…as we drove
Highway 44 home we sang and debriefed…thankful for our clean homes for our
families and for this community, very grateful for the trees that line these
streets.
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