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Feed Them and They Will Come

Feed them and they will come, I’m thinking that saying must date back to the loaves and fishes. On any given weekend you can find multiple meals being served up by houses of worship and their congregations all over Delmarva. The plethora of service organizations throughout our communities also do a fine job of feeding their own. If we were to add in all the social clubs and special events I’ll bet you could eat at one of these events every weekend and never hit the same one twice.

During my younger years I was born into a Lutheran family, along the way a divorce happened and I was funneled into the community of the Methodist church. I shall not even delve into the maternal philosophy of that decision. In my early teens I would rebel and return to the church of Martin Luther, he of the 95 Theses. Ultimately I would marry my wife of 52 years who was Catholic and for simplistic sake I would become a Catholic and wear out my knees. So,  I have tasted a lot of food along the way, especially when a worshiping Methodist. I’m going to go with the Fish and Chips on Friday evenings during Lent with a bit of vinegar as my favorite. With my paternal roots originating by way of England it’s no wonder fish and chips reign.

Just this past weekend alone there was the 15th Annual Autumn Wine festival at Pemberton Park. Last Wednesday our villages Lions Club had their Bi-Monthly meeting with a baked Ziti dinner. The local newspaper had a listing of no less than five church supported events in the county featuring menus various enough that no matter how picky an eater you were, you could be satisfied somewhere. This time of year these meals seem to bring out a lot of Oysters. Perhaps it’s our proximity to the Chesapeake Bay?

Some of Gods houses and the nourishment that could be found were at St James Free Methodist situated at Head of Creek in Quantico, they were featuring Oyster and fish sandwiches. New Dimensions Ministries on Jersey road had Mr. “C’s” in to cater, perhaps a broken oven at this location? New Hope Methodist in Willards had a menu of fried chicken, mashed potatoes, greens, string beans, Mac and cheese, beets, and biscuits. You wont go hungry there. Of the other six houses of worship with goings on no less than four were of Methodist worshipers. The Reverand John Wesley most assuredly started a gastric way to the altar after he was ordained back in 1725.

However, for this posting of the Rooster’s Blog I shall feature the Village of Allen’s very own Asbury United Methodist Church. This past Saturday was the annual Fall Bazaar. The United Methodist Women along with a few spouses thrown in to help out for the occasion started prepping for this production together many days prior to the event. Non Methodist worshipers could also be found lending a hand. The event is held in the local community hall each year which sits just a stones throw up the road from the church.

 

Melissa Bright starts the soup as Tracy Pollitt, Aggie Culp and Frank Knowles work the stoves and grill. Notice the generous portion of Crisco Tracy applies to the Oysters.

Lisa Shahan takes your food order while Rick Pollitt takes your money.

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The feast is never finished until the dishes are washed. Thank you Lucy Davis and Karen Mitchell.

Numerous tables of crafts, delicious baked goods and wares of every description are for sale to raise funds for the church. Events like these are great places to support a worthy cause and begin you holiday shopping.

These dedicated individuals are but a few of the many people of Allen, MD who come together for events such as this throughout the year. Many thanks to all of you who helped make this a successful Bazaar. From baking and chopping chicken and vegetables, giving of your time at whatever task is needed, truly depicts that it takes a village and we are the Village of Allen.

Next up, The Lions Beef Dinner on November 12, 2017. See a Lion, buy a ticket. Sitting down or take out, you shall not go hungry.

Allen Lions – Annual Beef Dinner
November 12, 2017
Time: 11:00 am until 4:00 pm
Cost: $18 per person
Place: The Allen Community Hall

 

A Month Gone By.

How do I not post something for a month, busyness is the answer. Graduations, confirmations and obligations filled the bill. Passing miles beneath our tires as we make multiple trips to Connecticut sharing time with family and friends is part of the equation.

On the slim occasion I’d haul out the Mac to check email, blogs, weather and news, I’d get that look. I’m sure there’s a few of you out there that know what that look is, right? The look is usually accompanied with that one word, “really.” Just amazing how one word can say it all. Back goes the computer into the bag and it’s social interaction time. Not time for a Blog Rooster.

Speaking of Rooster, not me mind you, but the faithful protector of our flock for the past nine years. Casper was his name and he has passed to that great chicken coop in the sky. Casper was the most gentle of all our roosters over the years. He would alert the girls when trouble circled in the sky or lurched outside the fence line. He was pampered and lived the good life here on God’s little acre. Old age finally caught up with the old guy.

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Casper

We have a grandson entering the National Guard, delaying college for a year and earning the education incentive$. Another grandson graduated from College. He is now a Creative Media graduate working in NYC. We have a set of twins going in diverse directions, Oregon and Delaware for higher learning. The twins are adopted grandchildren. They have a brother whom I’ve mentioned in the past and he will be a senior at the Air Force Academy this year. Another road trip coming up in May of 2018. I have a brother who got engaged, congratulations Rick. A granddaughter busy with a traveling softball team and another who is a gymnast who does gourmet baking, that’s just in Connecticut.

Back in Maryland we have a granddaughter who returns to Mississippi for her senior year @ MSU, a grandson entering Salisbury University and a granddaughter who just finished her first year of teaching.

Although we have not spent time with them of late, we have our eldest granddaughter, the USAF Captain and her Captain husband and four great grandchildren out in OKC. Time with them gets spent Face Timing via electronic media.

As any parent and grandparent knows, we swell with pride for those who grow after us. In all we’ve been blessed with three children, nine grands and four greats. We are so fortunate.

Once back home in May from VT and planted on the sand of the Eastern Shore we had the great Irish wedding of our good friends Ed and Alexis O’Leary as they married off their daughter Maddie to John Vilkus. I previously put out a post on this event. That was two weeks of the entire clan here on the shore visiting from such places as Kilkenny and Galway in Ireland and the Queens own London. They are a wonderful lot, an entertaining group full of song, fun and frolic. It’s never all about you, it’s always all about all of you. The Mrs and I have been fortunate in the past to share their family home in Kilkenney in years gone by. It was nice we could offer up a bed or two for this grand occasion. They and some tag along’s even spent an afternoon with us picking crabs and partying late into the night while being entertained with song by the one and only Famous Seamus. Our extended family is loved by us all.

Then there was the 4th of July, which in our little community is a large event with a parade, food, fun and games. HOT is the normal weather occurrence. The event has been taking place in the village for over thirty years. When the organizers say “You all come,” they all do. The local Boy Scout Troop color guard leads it off, followed by all those politicians leading our county and state representatives, sheriffs & troopers, Those running in local elections always make an appearance to garner votes in upcoming elections.

 

We have kids on bikes and every other mode of transportation, 4x4s, mopeds, getting pulled in wagons and just walking and looking patriotic in their Red, White and Blue. The Buffalo Soldiers always make their appearance and this year a local car club entertained us with a host of tricked up cars. Farmers and their equipment, so vital to this economy, roll out to show their stuff. Some of the tractors were from generations past. Horses and pets also grace the parade route.

 

And no parade would be without the local Fire Company showing off their pride. As the blare of the sirens echoed and those watching were greeted with tossed candy and Tootsy Roll lollipops, pride swelled in us all. This was America, and this is Allen and it’s our birthday. Thanks to the Lions, the Allen Asbury Methodist Church our Fire Company and all who volunteer from our community for a another great Birthday celebration.

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Mother Hen, Chics and Grandchick in their parade viewing attire on the 4th.

After the parade everyone gathers at the Community Hall for hot dogs, burgers, home-made ice cream and good old down home eating and socializing. A baseball game usually occurs across the street. The wee ones will enjoy the bouncy house and someone is always selling one thing or another. Eventually the crowd will dwindle, folks will head off to other celebrations and perhaps go into the big town of Salisbury for Fireworks.

When the sun sets, and the lights are turned down low, the far off sound of sky rockets at night bursting in the air reminds us all that we are one.

Oh, I totally forgot to mention that the garage, turned into a workshop, which became the Annex and hosted many gatherings is now a guest house and has a new porch which was finished last week. Been busy, please excuse the absence. We even have indoor plumbing.

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This is purely political satire and does not represent the views of this writer in any direction other than great vacations on Cape Cod. Thanks to Metro Goldwyn Meyer for a great movie.

Kate Smith said it best,