This week flew by and one of the reasons why is because I spent six hours spread out over two days volunteering to help with the Mother’s Day luncheon at the senior hall. Since I’m not a mother this event seems like a good place to do my suggested-but-not-required volunteer commitment for the year. It’s kind of fun to see a room get transformed from totally empty to tables set up for 115 people complete with colorful placemats, napkins, condiments and table décor. Some patience person made origami birds and they looked cute “pecking” at chocolate kisses placed on the corner of each placemat. The paper birds brought back a memory of my dad. Every night after reading the newspaper he used to make a paper hat or two to take with him to work the next day---Dad could make several styles. He wasn’t alone in that habit. The factory where he worked was not the cleanest place and the guys of his generation knew how to recycle just about everything. I still have a tiny paper hat made especially for one of my teddy bears.
The day of the luncheon is crazy and I would not want to be the luncheon chairperson. She’s in charge of assigning jobs to the volunteers and she has to make sure everything is done according to a time chart. A couple dozen water pitchers get filled and placed on the tables. Coffee and tea gets made and when it’s ready they are served by township officials or candidates running office. We’ve met judges, mayors, representatives, etc. this way. Then when the food truck arrives we volunteers man our stations on an assembly line. I was the potato salad scooper this year. Ten high school kids doing required public service hours run the plates out to the dining room. After everyone is served we get a break until the entertainment is finished, the door prizes have been given out and we volunteers have been thanked while we stand at the front of the room. The cleanup starts so quickly after that that it’s a wonder the people leaving don’t get trampled. They’ve been doing the luncheons this way for years. Somehow it all works out and I’m happy to say I was not the person who dropped a whole tray of salt and pepper shakers.