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All the nice guys- Thanks! 9/15/2005
This is a big thank you for all the nice guys who have been helping us at the Daphne Civic Center Red Cross Shelter help the evacuees.
Firstly, a sweet man called Bob rang up my phone number. He asked what we needed. I was a bit punchy and suggested (after i told him the real need of the day list) that he could bake us volunteers some cookies. Somebody brought us some from a store, but home baked is to know you are loved. This man went to P. Bakery and brought a box of cookies for the "permanent volunteers" who are there every day. He asked at the shelter door for me. They came and found me and he presented me with this huge box fresh from the bakery. WOW. Yummy. Here is a guy who just brought loads of food and personal items to the people spending his own gas to shop and drive it over, and even stop at a bakery. I really have to watch what i say now don't i?
Thank you Mr. Bob. Many blessings.
Next. Mr. I forgot his name, it's written down, but i can't remember it and i'm too tired to go get it right now, he brought all this stuff for the people in the shelter and the people who are taking it to mississippi. He then asked to speak to me. They brought me out to the front, then he asked if i could lead him through from the entryway through to the other entryway so that he did not have to walk around the whole building through the heat. Since it was over nintey, or if it wasn't it sure felt like it, they let me. The police escorted him from the drop off zone to the front door, but i'm not sure if they took him the long way, or the AC way to the volunteer sign in desk.
Folks there have learned now, maybe not my name, (most do know it and i'm not sure how! except we have big name tags) except for the lady that called me Kim, to look for the frogs. I've worn all my frog shirts that aren't entirely too huge and only suitable for sleeping or are more for late fall. They sent me to target today to go get a double stroller they had on hold for a grandma with two little kids. The son went to apply for a job back in LA (louisiana) and couldn't get back fast enough to not get locked out last night. So, off I went, and got it loaded okay with the help of the shopping cart. Getting it to the building, however, was a bit harder, especially with the heat. A guy helped me when Mr. M noticed i was trying to carry this huge box.
The third guy is an amazing person called ? (he wouldn't tell me) Peter Frog is his name now, even tho I don't know his name from Ohio who is driving a truck full of sorted, organized supplies down to us.
He gave me his phone number and said call me when you have enough. Wow.
Then a High School teacher from a nearby town called, they are collecting and asked what we really needed.
Another lady called and went to the grocery store and brought exactly what the pantry needed. I can't tell you how many people are calling to find out what we need and bringing it.
IF anybody knows a box company, we really need 10 x 15 x 12 boxes like file boxes with the handles cut into the side to ship foods out the pantry to the folks. I called and left a message after i was put on hold for a long time and then dumped to voice mail. The man called back. I'm glad.
One of the front counter ladies, ( i sit across from them all at a little table manning the phones (when i can, but i can't answer two at once) and ringing up when the director asks me to make calls, and ringing up when anybody else who asks me nicely to do so, and begging volunteer listed folks to schedule (and not hanging up on the mean ones! or rude people who must have signed up in front of friends and did not really want to work!) and generally making sure that toadal global frogination is not frogotten!
Then there is Mr. D who is an offical red vester. He's extremely sweet and will always find out answers to my questions if he can, and he's never tried to knock me or my table into next month with the door. YAY.
There's the bundle of energy Mrs. K who is extremely delightful.
So today guess who ran out of toothpaste while brushing her teeth? Guess who first teased the cops saying she was bringing her metal tube of tom's of maine through the security metal detectors. They don't have it set to superlative because my bra underwires don't set it off. They don't at the library either, but they do at airports. Anyway after i brushed my teeth i took my empty metal tube of tom's of maine over to the personal items area. Mrs. F said, OH let me guess, you need toothpaste. I don't think we have enough. (We have lots of large tubes. IN fact, there's a pallet somewhere we've told the trucks to take to mississippi, we do not need anymore.) Mrs. F asked me what brand. I said the plainest you have or a box of baking soda. She had nice, plain, colgate. I have to remember to bring in the box i have at home that i meant to put into my bag. Nobody started a riot or mass stampede to get toothpaste. The cop nodded approval at the plastic tube of colgate and told me to really get with the program. I guess that means i need a plastic coffee travel cup instead of the metal one that i was given last year by my boss.
Then major cudos to mr. S at Fema who called at least ten times to make sure we have enough food to feed everybody in the shelter, and if the churches in the area go broke that we will still have food. I got him in touch with the Red Cross director shelter head dude after only a ten minute wait at Fema. Hey, if you call to give a fema person phone numbers and aren't begging for help the lines are short.
However there are two really well muscled, defined, toned fema guys from the pacific northwest who are EMTS and firefighters both, extremely well trained, (boy are they eye candy) and they are filling out paperwork. It's one of the more stupid things i have seen from the bosses of these type of guys ever.
Then the s.n. a. k. e. team showed up. Folks in blue shirts with yellow letters across the back and small on the front. We ( my partner in crime who is volunteering in the mornings to one or so cuz i begged her to stay thru lunch so we can both eat) had to run over and ask them what SNAKE meant. Special Needs after Katrina and i froget the e. Too funny.
So we have EMT firefighters doing dopey paperwork, Snakes running around, wonderful Red Cross workers, some who are even going to be not given a job when they return home and none of them at our place (that i know of) paid a penny to be there, Fema guys in washington calling to be extremely helpful, sweet people volunteering tons of time, pastors galore doing door opening, bottled water toting, little church ladies, big church groups cooking the best southern food, fantastic eggs and grits and sausage casseroles for the shelter residents and leftovers to the volunteers who are there...it's splendid.
One red cross worker said he was in the staging town north of here and they told him, OH you are lucky, you are going to Daphne, that's the TajMahal shelter.
We try.
Now, i was just told this today. If anybody knows anyone with leftover cots or air mattresses, there's a church shelter in Bayou La Batre in South Mobile County Alabama and it's got about 50 Vietnamese speaking people sleeping on the floor. They are not in a red cross shelter so we can't get red cross cots to them we're told. There is a red cross shelter now in Bayou La Batre but these folks won't leave their church. So, if anybody has a way to get them cots, or something to sleep on please do.
This is a big thank you for all the nice guys who have been helping us at the Daphne Civic Center Red Cross Shelter help the evacuees.
Firstly, a sweet man called Bob rang up my phone number. He asked what we needed. I was a bit punchy and suggested (after i told him the real need of the day list) that he could bake us volunteers some cookies. Somebody brought us some from a store, but home baked is to know you are loved. This man went to P. Bakery and brought a box of cookies for the "permanent volunteers" who are there every day. He asked at the shelter door for me. They came and found me and he presented me with this huge box fresh from the bakery. WOW. Yummy. Here is a guy who just brought loads of food and personal items to the people spending his own gas to shop and drive it over, and even stop at a bakery. I really have to watch what i say now don't i?
Thank you Mr. Bob. Many blessings.
Next. Mr. I forgot his name, it's written down, but i can't remember it and i'm too tired to go get it right now, he brought all this stuff for the people in the shelter and the people who are taking it to mississippi. He then asked to speak to me. They brought me out to the front, then he asked if i could lead him through from the entryway through to the other entryway so that he did not have to walk around the whole building through the heat. Since it was over nintey, or if it wasn't it sure felt like it, they let me. The police escorted him from the drop off zone to the front door, but i'm not sure if they took him the long way, or the AC way to the volunteer sign in desk.
Folks there have learned now, maybe not my name, (most do know it and i'm not sure how! except we have big name tags) except for the lady that called me Kim, to look for the frogs. I've worn all my frog shirts that aren't entirely too huge and only suitable for sleeping or are more for late fall. They sent me to target today to go get a double stroller they had on hold for a grandma with two little kids. The son went to apply for a job back in LA (louisiana) and couldn't get back fast enough to not get locked out last night. So, off I went, and got it loaded okay with the help of the shopping cart. Getting it to the building, however, was a bit harder, especially with the heat. A guy helped me when Mr. M noticed i was trying to carry this huge box.
The third guy is an amazing person called ? (he wouldn't tell me) Peter Frog is his name now, even tho I don't know his name from Ohio who is driving a truck full of sorted, organized supplies down to us.
He gave me his phone number and said call me when you have enough. Wow.
Then a High School teacher from a nearby town called, they are collecting and asked what we really needed.
Another lady called and went to the grocery store and brought exactly what the pantry needed. I can't tell you how many people are calling to find out what we need and bringing it.
IF anybody knows a box company, we really need 10 x 15 x 12 boxes like file boxes with the handles cut into the side to ship foods out the pantry to the folks. I called and left a message after i was put on hold for a long time and then dumped to voice mail. The man called back. I'm glad.
One of the front counter ladies, ( i sit across from them all at a little table manning the phones (when i can, but i can't answer two at once) and ringing up when the director asks me to make calls, and ringing up when anybody else who asks me nicely to do so, and begging volunteer listed folks to schedule (and not hanging up on the mean ones! or rude people who must have signed up in front of friends and did not really want to work!) and generally making sure that toadal global frogination is not frogotten!
Then there is Mr. D who is an offical red vester. He's extremely sweet and will always find out answers to my questions if he can, and he's never tried to knock me or my table into next month with the door. YAY.
There's the bundle of energy Mrs. K who is extremely delightful.
So today guess who ran out of toothpaste while brushing her teeth? Guess who first teased the cops saying she was bringing her metal tube of tom's of maine through the security metal detectors. They don't have it set to superlative because my bra underwires don't set it off. They don't at the library either, but they do at airports. Anyway after i brushed my teeth i took my empty metal tube of tom's of maine over to the personal items area. Mrs. F said, OH let me guess, you need toothpaste. I don't think we have enough. (We have lots of large tubes. IN fact, there's a pallet somewhere we've told the trucks to take to mississippi, we do not need anymore.) Mrs. F asked me what brand. I said the plainest you have or a box of baking soda. She had nice, plain, colgate. I have to remember to bring in the box i have at home that i meant to put into my bag. Nobody started a riot or mass stampede to get toothpaste. The cop nodded approval at the plastic tube of colgate and told me to really get with the program. I guess that means i need a plastic coffee travel cup instead of the metal one that i was given last year by my boss.
Then major cudos to mr. S at Fema who called at least ten times to make sure we have enough food to feed everybody in the shelter, and if the churches in the area go broke that we will still have food. I got him in touch with the Red Cross director shelter head dude after only a ten minute wait at Fema. Hey, if you call to give a fema person phone numbers and aren't begging for help the lines are short.
However there are two really well muscled, defined, toned fema guys from the pacific northwest who are EMTS and firefighters both, extremely well trained, (boy are they eye candy) and they are filling out paperwork. It's one of the more stupid things i have seen from the bosses of these type of guys ever.
Then the s.n. a. k. e. team showed up. Folks in blue shirts with yellow letters across the back and small on the front. We ( my partner in crime who is volunteering in the mornings to one or so cuz i begged her to stay thru lunch so we can both eat) had to run over and ask them what SNAKE meant. Special Needs after Katrina and i froget the e. Too funny.
So we have EMT firefighters doing dopey paperwork, Snakes running around, wonderful Red Cross workers, some who are even going to be not given a job when they return home and none of them at our place (that i know of) paid a penny to be there, Fema guys in washington calling to be extremely helpful, sweet people volunteering tons of time, pastors galore doing door opening, bottled water toting, little church ladies, big church groups cooking the best southern food, fantastic eggs and grits and sausage casseroles for the shelter residents and leftovers to the volunteers who are there...it's splendid.
One red cross worker said he was in the staging town north of here and they told him, OH you are lucky, you are going to Daphne, that's the TajMahal shelter.
We try.
Now, i was just told this today. If anybody knows anyone with leftover cots or air mattresses, there's a church shelter in Bayou La Batre in South Mobile County Alabama and it's got about 50 Vietnamese speaking people sleeping on the floor. They are not in a red cross shelter so we can't get red cross cots to them we're told. There is a red cross shelter now in Bayou La Batre but these folks won't leave their church. So, if anybody has a way to get them cots, or something to sleep on please do.