[Magdalen] Quiet Pub

[Scott Knitter]

My dear partner's late grandmother, who became an Episcopal deacon in
her 70s, lived near orchards and other farms where thousands of
migrant workers labored every summer. Whenever there was a huge
rainfall, she would simply load sacks of potatoes and some other
provisions in her truck and drive them out to a particular farm to
give them to the migrant workers there. She knew that a day without
work was a day without pay.

On Thu, Dec 15, 2016 at 1:48 PM, ME Michaud <michaudme at gmail.com> wrote:
> When I was a kid, people used to go to the rector and say "Joe the
> fisherman
> has been laid up and out of work. Here's ten bucks, because they need fuel
> oil."
> And the rector would send the heating oil and tell them it was from the
> church.
> Weird New Englanders and their charity vs pride thing.




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Scott R. Knitter
Edgewater, Chicago, Illinois USA