Pie a Day Give Away

A few weeks ago I was featured in a local newspaper. A woman called a few days after the article appeared. She told me that her name was Sharon and she said that she really liked what I was doing with pies. I thanked her and then she said, “If you run out of people to bring a pie to, you can bring one to me. And then she told me her favorite dessert was Pecan Pie.”

Now I have to admit that I thought that this request sounded a bit forward. But then Sharon told me that she used to sing in a Sweet Adeline’s group with a woman who lived in my house before I lived here. How lovely that we had a shared history! On that day I wrote down all of Sharon’s contact information and told her that I would probably be talking with her soon.

Today I was busier than a one-legged man in a butt-kicking contest. I had two cakes to make, a pie to bake and was hired to prepare a dinner for 90. Yikes! Though it may sound strange, today seemed like the perfect day to bake a pie for Sharon. I called her to make sure that she was in town and she told me that she was. And she seemed so pleased that I had called!

Because I was so busy getting ready for my event, Sharon stopped by my house to pick up her Pecan Pie. I was delighted to fulfill her request and thrilled that she wasso happy to get her pie. Sharon even called a short while later to tell me how delicious it was. I can’t tell you how much joy that gave me!

And so before I go to bed tonight, I will ask you to consider nominating a “pie recipient.” While I won’t guarantee that each nominee will receive a pie, I will consider each request thoughtfully. And I thank everyone for your part in this journey.

And lastly, to the anonymous person who sent me a box of pie tins, THANK YOU! MUCHAS GRACIAS! MERCI! What a thoughtful gift! I am truly moved by your gesture.

We’ve known Chris for almost as long as we’ve lived in our home because she and my next-door neighbor, Deb, shared a kindergarden classroom and they often spent time together after their work was done. I think that having a good kindergarden teacher is crucial. You need someone who is able to relate to the children, who can get kids excited about learning. I think that Chris (and Deb) really put all their efforts into making that first school experience a great one. Their students were lucky to have them.

Deb left her career a few years back, but Chris is still teaching. In fact, today was her her first day of kindergarden with her newest class. And it was also her birthday. It must be hard to have a birthday on the first day of school when you are a teacher. Not much chance in getting that day off is there? Instead, you spend the day helping kids figure out how to survive without their Mom, how to share the blocks (and all the other stuff!), and maybe, if you are lucky, you teach them something that they want to learn. And by day’s end, you’re probably too tired to care if it was your birthday or not.

Tonight I brought Chris an Apple Almond Pie to celebrate her birthday. I hope that the year ahead is filled with wonderful moments with her new class but I also hope that she also gets to spend lots of time enjoying her lovely circle of family and friends.

Seventeen years ago today I was with my sister Nancy in the intensive care unit at St. Vincent’s hospital in Manhattan. The previous day she had had a blood transfusion and it had proved to be too much for her poor body to handle and she suffered a heart attack. I was spending the summer in Montana and when I got the call I knew that I had to be there with her. It took hours to book a flight for the next morning. And as I drove to the airport with my year old son, I was crying so much that I missed my turn. That proved to be disastrous.

When I did arrive at the airport my plane was taking off. Through tears I tried to explain to the agent that I needed to get on the next plane. She calmly told me that I should come back the next day (did I say it was a very small airport?) When I told her that tomorrow might be too late, she was not moved. Not knowing what else to do, I retreated to a corner of the airport and sobbed.

The airport manager came to me and asked what was wrong and somehow I managed to explain what had happened. She then went over to the same agent and spoke to her, after which she told me that the agent would help me. I had my doubts, but went over to find the agent busily trying to figure out a way for me to get to NY that evening. She was speaking to someone on the phone when she asked me “And what is the name of the funeral home that you will you use?” Shocked I said, “But I am hoping that she won’t die!” She calmly nodded and explained that this was the ruse they were using to get my flight changed. I mentioned the name of the funeral home we had used for my Mother and she told that to the person on the other end of the phone. “What is their phone number?” she asked. I said, “I have no idea – but the area code is 718.” And then that agent who had been so unwilling to help me earlier, made up a phone number and told it to the agent on the phone. My flight would not get to NY until late that evening, but I would soon be on my way.

I don’t remember much about the rest of the day but I do recall that it was my Uncle Bill (Booey) that picked me up at the airport. We arrived at the hospital at about midnight and I was taken to the room where my sister was. She was in a coma and was hooked up to a respirator – but she was still with us.

The staff let me stay in the room seated next to Nancy. I was able to hold her hand and talk to her for a little while. It was only a few short hours later, around 3AM, when I awoke to the sound of alarms. I’d fallen asleep and did not know what had taken place. The nurse on duty came in and told me that she was going to turn off the alarms. It wasn’t until later that I realized that the alarms had sounded because my sister had died.

A short time later, the hospital chaplain came to the room and asked if we wanted him to pray with us. I did not know that there were people who did what he did. It was exactly what we needed at that time – someone to be with us as we let Nancy go. I was so grateful that, even without knowing us, the chaplain was able to give us comfort.

This morning I knew that I wanted to bring a pie to our own hospital chaplain in my sister’s honor but I was not sure how I would be able to find him. And then I remembered that our pastor knew him well and I could ask her for his contact information. When I arrived at church this morning to help an older parishioner with coffee hour I was surprised by an offer of help from someone in the parking lot. Imagine my surprise when Fred, our hospital chaplain, stepped out to help. When I asked him what he was doing there, he told me that he was filling in for our pastor this week.

As you may have guessed, it was pretty easy to figure out how to deliver a pie to Fred. I hope that he knows that the work that he does is incredibly important – and the people that he serves are grateful – even if they are not able to express their thanks at the time. As for me, it is days like this that make me think that this pie project has a life of its’ own and that I am so very lucky to be a part of it all.