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An Avalanche of Apples

By Belinda

We all woke up to what had been forecast by Environment Canada--a blizzard sure enough. I had peered out into the dark the night before at bedtime but squinting against the window could not see any sign of the prophesied snow storm. Paul had booked into a Toronto hotel in order to get to an important morning meeting. I had brought home my laptop and work in preparation for a snow day.

But as we all slept the snow came, although not quite in the quantities foretold. In the early morning I looked down from our bedroom window to see my car buried deep in a snow drift and knew that it would not have made it out of the driveway. Brenda had wisely parked at the end of the driveway so that nothing would keep her from work. She is driven, like her father.

After breakfast I changed the message on my work phone, and left one inviting people to call me at home, then set up my laptop and folders on the kitchen table.

Downstairs the girls slumbered on in quietness and made up for it in much bouncing around and giggling once awake.

What is it about a snow day? It feels like being temporarily marooned on a desert island, removed just enough from reality that it feels like a special kind of holiday--even if you are working.

I had not been working long when the phone rang.

"Hello," said a familiar bright and cheery voice. It was Frances. I stopped the timer with which I keep track of when I am actually working and turned my attention to my friend.

"So how come you didn't say anything to me about the apple pies," she demanded to know. Frances is the one friend who is a steadfast Luddite . She not only isn't on Facebook, but she doesn't "do" email; and, in her words, she "binges and purges" on this blog. My goodness, to communicate with Frances, you have to actually talk!

She was only about 3 days behind the rest of the world but felt quite out of the loop, which called for a good chat and a lot of catching up, finally arriving at the end of the story of the pies; having explored all of the twists and turns that got us here, to both of our complete satisfaction.

She wanted to join in, to be a support, but explained that financially, right now, that would be difficult and she lamented her inability to give as she wished she could.

"But people are helping in all sorts of ways," I said. Some are buying pies, some are giving apples and some are coming to peel and chop."

That was when Frances's voice registered excitement.

"Do you need apples?" she asked, "And how many?" Brian, her husband, works at the Ontario food terminal as a buyer.

"I would love some more apples," I said, "I will use whatever comes."

Once she knew what kind, she hung up to call him.

A few minutes later Frances called back. She had begun to pitch the story of the $20 pies to Brian, telling him why we were raising the money, just giving him the background so he'd understand, when he interrupted her.

"No Fran," he said firmly, "Not in this economic climate. Not when people are losing their jobs."

"And apples are going to change that?" asked Frances confused.

"Apples? You just want apples?" he said, "How many?"

And that's how I've landed under an avalanche of the best and freshest apples money can buy from a man who couldn't ask people to buy pies but sure can get apples.

The beautiful quote I shared on Monday's post bears repeating here:

From each according to his ability
To each according to his need.

Comments

Deidra said…
Oh my word! Frances may be three days behind the rest of the world, but it seems to me she has perfect timing!
Susan said…
A great story - told greatly. Thanks for letting us peak through the window today and listen in...
Belinda said…
Yes, Deidra, you are right! :) And Susan, you are welcome.
Marilyn said…
:-) Delightful story. Perfect verse.
Your writing is lovely. I can see it all in my mind like a beautiful movie. Love this post.
Just a little smile for you. We've had a young couple with a 6 year old child move on to our floor here in Toronto. They are openly and devoutly Christian. It's odd to hear them talk to each other as it jars against the words that people typically say. Anyways, the other day when Dad was taking the boy out to the bus, mom called out from the lobby, as I waited, 'don't forget you can use p mail any time you need to!' He grinned back at her. I asked her, conversationally what 'p mail' was. She said that her son calls prayer ' sending p mail to God'. I thought that was terrific. I was going to wait until tea to tell you that, but this blog today made me want to not wait.
Anonymous said…
I like your blog a lot but have not made a comment. This qote today surprised me. I wonder if you know that quote is from Karl Marx? It was used a lot by Lenin and Stalin as part of the platform they developed for building a communist state? I've heard some say that Jesus was a Socialist. Do you also hold this view?

AR
Anonymous said…
Belinda a socialist?

hehehehehe
Belinda said…
Dear Anonymouses (or should that be Anonymous's :)):
Anonymous # 1--Thank you for commenting and for sharing the fact that Karl Marx used that quote, or perhaps was its originator. I used it in two blog posts this past week and the first time, I gave my source, a book called, "Aurora: An American Experience in Quilt, Community and Craft. The Aurora Colony, in Oregon, was led by the deeply Christian, Dr.Wilhelm Keil. He founded a communal society based on the principles in Acts Chapter 2, where the early believers had all things in common. You might enjoy this book as much as I did. Interestingly Karl Marx was a contemporary of Keil's. Dr. Keil's community flourished and was respected and honoured by the surrounding community with whom shared their prosperity and skills. Four of Dr. Keil's children died of smallpox after members of the colony went out to nurse people with smallpox in the neighbouring communities.

My father often said that he was a socialist. I would have to read a bit more about socialism before deciding if I think that Jesus was one.

Anonymous # 2--you never know--I might be! :)
Belinda said…
Anonymous 1, I just did a little research and I think Anonymous 2 is right, I am not a socialist in the sense that I see it defined as a political movement. I am not against the right for individuals to own property, for instance. On the other hand, as believers, I think we should hold everything loosely and in trust for God to use as he wishes.
Belinda, I laughed when I saw the comments this morning! Why? When Joe read your blog last night he said to me, 'Oh, my, Belinda is quoting Karl Marx!' I have to admit I didn't know the source of that quote. We giggled at the idea of you being a 'pinko commie' ... but then realized that you actually look good in pink.

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