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Good Evening:
5:20am: the sound of the first alarm clock goes off, telling us it?s time to rise and start our first day on the build site. We had all divided the morning chores amongst ourselves the previous night, in order to make such a terribly early day a little bit easier. Some went off to the gym across camp to fill the cooler with ice, while others put together a bagged lunch for our group of ten consisting off two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches each.
We had breakfast, which turned out to be our most satisfactory meal in the Hungry Jungle so far. We had scrambled eggs, bacon, French toast sticks, grits, canned pears, blueberry muffins, and cereal. After breakfast, we hurried ourselves to get from camp to the build site, which was about 15 minutes away. When we arrived, it was raining and cloudy, but ended up being a wonderful, sunny day. We were surprised by the number of volunteers we saw ready to work along side of us who we had not seen around the camp. Many people had come from other organizations and schools across the country to help out.
We were helping to build a small community called Musicians? Village, which was a few square blocks of beautifully colored raised homes which Habitat had built. We gathered with the other volunteers around a storage trailer and the organizers from Habitat and Americorps welcomed us, told us a bit about the site, safety and then divided us into groups and sent us on our way to start building! Our leader was Pete. Pete led us to a bright green home where we were going to be building a handicapped ramp for a nice old man who was working with us, named Smokey Johnson. He played with Fats Domino for 28 years!
The first thing we had to do was lay out the plan for where our ramp would be. We had to measure and place flags where we wanted the 4x4 posts to be anchored in cement. Once the flags were in place, we grabbed post hole diggers and went to work. We had to sink each hole 16 inches deep in order to stabilize the posts. When we started getting deeper down, about 10 or 12 inches down, we ran across a layer of crushed shells, and then after that a layer of very dark and thick clay. This proved to make the digging process very difficult, as our shovels would not easily penetrate the shells. We literally got down on hands and knees and dug them out with trowels, crow bars, hammers, and even just our bare hands. When the holes were ready, we fetched the 80 pound bags of cement and started mixing.
It was a joy for me to watch the students, who come from such diverse backgrounds, come together in order to help out those in need, and have such a wonderful time and laugh through the entire day, while working on such a laborious task. Everybody got involved and took their own turn trying out each stage of the build, whether it be mixing, measuring, leveling, digging, or nailing the boards.
For lunch, at 11:30, we went back and met up with some of the other groups on one of the recipient?s of a Habitat house?s front yard. He was a Brazilian musician who played the guitar and wrote his own music. He sang for us throughout our lunch break, and encouraged us to sing along with him. After our feast of melted PB&J, we crowded around an ice cream truck which happened to come down our road. Then we returned to our ramp to finish a few last posts before we had to leave early and head to the Community Center and serve dinner to residents.
Upon our arrival, we were greeted by Ari, who runs the community center. He informed us that we were not only serving, but also cooking the entire dinner, because their cook was, in Ari?s words ?Missing in Action.? This was quite a surprise for us, as we had about 2 hours in which to scour the kitchen for any food we had to work with, create a menu with the food, prepare it and set it out to serve for people. When we entered the kitchen and began looking for food to prepare, we were flabbergasted by the lack of proper equipment, utensils, appliances, and most importantly, food, to prepare a dinner for 65 people. We were able to find ravioli, chili, peas, corn, four bean salad, rolls, a variety of chips, and vanilla pudding. We sent a team out to the grocery store to get rice, and butter. They also got a fresh watermelon to slice and serve.
Somehow we were able to pull it all together, making home made garlic bread, and a massive pot of rice, and two large jugs of juice; pink lemonade and a concoction of raspberry, strawberry kiwi, lemonade, and pink lemonade mixed together, which actually turned out to be very good!
Finally, the residents started arriving. In a swift attempt to cover our culinary folly of burnt rice and chili, we decided to tell them it was ?Smokey chili? and that it was a local favorite of ours from back north. People loved it so much they came back for seconds, and even to-go bags of it. The evening turned out very well, we were able to talk with more survivors, and hear more fascinating stories from around the parish. It was a very nice way to conclude such a busy day of service.
We have another very early day again tomorrow. Good night.
Lori
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