What a community Event. Great support for a needy cause. Empty Bowls is an annual dinner event supporting the Butte Emergency Food Bank’s Backpack Program. You can enjoy a bowl of soup donated by local businesses with family and friends. When you take home a ceramic bowl, you are reminded that you help fill someone else’s empty bowl.
The Backpack Program provides weekend meals and snacks for students. With these backpacks, students are more attentive in classes, retain more information, and have better moods to welcome classroom activities and homework.
The more money we raise for the program, the greater number of Backpacks we can fill. Our goal is to fuel the youth of our Butte community so they can use the best of their education to make good life decisions. (Printed from an article in the Montana Standard).
I have always felt that it would be the worst situation, not to be able to feed my children. Thank God, I have never had to worry about that. I worked many years in human services and witnessed people who were desperate. We have a tendency in this society to judge the people who receive benefits, as if they are not “worthy;” even though most of us have never experienced such a helpless situation in our own lives. We need to be thankful. I try not to judge. We never know when we will be in the same line as the needy. We have no control over situational or inherited life events and neither do our children. We are asked only to be the ones to help those who have less. Reach out and touch someone; we never know when we will wish for the same. I try not to analyze the situation and not to look back; “Just Do It” and move on. You will be blessed.
This is what memories are made of!
The idea for the reunion was born when we two friends, who had not seen one another in years, decided to take a walk through the neighborhoods of our youth. Along this walk, we would stop and reflect on who lived where, which kids we played with, bike paths we rode on, lots we played on, train tracks we jumped over, tunnels we played in and “mountains” we climbed up and sled down. Of course the lots are long gone, many families have moved, kids are grown, bike paths are long overgrown, train tracks have been replaced with beautiful walking paths, tunnels are no longer as scary, and the “mountains” of our youth are just hills now. Who ever thought “super fund” would so profoundly change our childhood memories. As kids we saw nothing wrong with playing along a mine dump. At the end of the walk we decided to invite everyone from the neighborhoods of St. Mary’s parish to a reunion.
Thanks to Deb Shea and Pat Kunkel on the Gatherine Gaels website .
The reunion was held 9/6/14 at the Original mine yard and my husband and I were fortunate enough to be invited, even though we were not members of any of the neighborhoods. It was really fun and full of so much enthusiasm. A gorgeous sunny day in Butte, Montana. The music was festive and everyone seemed to be in such good spirits as they reminisced. We saw several people we have met since moving to Butte and even if we did not know them, they made us feel at home. The church is a beautiful site and we took many pictures. I’m sure it took hours and hours since they began in March to gather pictures, etc. to display and it was a joy to see the pictures from the past. Full of pride family members and their descendants attended and renewed old friendships. They danced to the music of the group “Slice In Time” and feasted on the great food provided by the Lions Club. There was so much history displayed at the beautiful church and they had a silent auction as a fundraiser.
It is such a pleasure to meet these people who mean so much to each other; as most of us do when we gather with the friends and family we grew up with. Even though we did not live here as children, it brought to our minds all the people who have touched our lives and meant so much to us from a distance 2500 miles away. In the end, we all share similar memories and friendships and the world goes ’round for all of us in the same way. We all feel the sadness at the loss of people we shared our lives with and the joy of our experiences, whether it be in our childhood, young adulthood, or throughout the chapters of our later lives. Thanks to all for making us part of your celebration. We are all so blessed to have family and friends near and far.
That’s What Memories Are Made Of!
The Farmers Market was a lot of fun today. It was overcast, cloudy and rain in the morning. All of the vendors showed up from all over, such as Choteau, Utah and many other places. We always have a great time, seeing people we have not seen for a long time and meeting visitors to our city. It’s amazing how wonderful the fresh produce is and, of course, the baked goods by the Pie Lady, the Amish and the Hutterites. Fresh chickens, wild salmon directly from Alaska. Homegrown produce from Whitehall and surrounding areas. It is colorful and full of excitement and pride shown by the vendors. There was music playing and artists with their beautiful work. We love what we do and sharing it with other people.
The photography is so exciting and Scott and I bring our newest productions to share. We are finally getting our name to be recognized by the people who come back each week and others who admire our work. Today, I had to take the pictures above. What an adorable little girl and her aunt. Expressions are priceless and the pink shoes were too much to pass up. How proud that aunt is of this little girl. This should be a treasure for each of them in the future. The flowers made it perfect. They agreed to let me take their picture, even though the little girl refused and I was just lucky to get a shot spontaneously. This so enjoyable seeing everyone on a bright, sunny day as the rain stopped and we all shared our productions with the crowd. There were quite a few people there today; but this picture made my day.
Hope you enjoy it as well. Thanks to these sweet people for allowing me to witness their joy in each other.
That’s what memories are made of!