Do you know a couple planning to marry who might be interested in a quite nontraditional wedding? Could this idea be scaled down to work in our community, perhaps for packing food backpacks for kids, or putting meal boxes together for seniors who can’t afford the fees for Meals on Wheels?
everyone in a community seems to have been a problem since communities have
existed. Let’s see what we can do this year to chip away at this.
“The farmers’ market has become the country’s liveliest new public square, an outlet for our communitarian impulses and a means of escaping, or at least complicating, the narrow role that capitalism usually assigns to us as “consumers.” At the farmers’ market, we are consumers, yes, but at the same time also citizens, neighbors, parents and cooks.” – Michael Pollan, from an op-ed in the New York Times Magazine, Oct. 10, 2012
just about describes the Martin Farmers Market, held every Saturday, rain,
shine or heat wave, from the first weekend in June to the last weekend in October
officially, and adding in the Saturdays in April and May unofficially. (Some
hardy farmers continue through the weather as it worsens in November as well,
as long as they have any fresh produce.)
to really get a definition of the Market, you have to come and be there yourself;
not just one Saturday, 8 to noon, but several Saturdays. And this is the same
for all the local Farmers Markets – the old cliché about seeing old friends and
making new ones really does hold true at these destinations. Farmers ask customers
about their work, their health, the new grandbaby; photos are shown, stories
told and bonds begin growing as surely as the tiny shoots in the fields. When
the person who helps you put good, nutritious, fresh food on your table is also
asking about you and your family and
watching their progress (albeit through photos and not direct experience),
community grows stronger too.
back to the Stone Age, the cave that had a fire and something to eat was the
center of a small tribe’s world. Someone brought in the latest kill, another
human brought berries, another carried edible leaves or nuts, and everyone ate.
Of course, we can’t prove that actually happened without written records. But then
when some ancestor scratched lines in the dirt and
sprinkled in a few seeds – and they grew
– that surely was the beginning of the community farm.
food, hunting, and preparing meals to share is as old as we are, as
civilization itself. In this modern age, we just have to be sure that all eat at the table, set with a true
welcome for anyone hungry.