After many years of farming in South Dakota, my uncle and aunt retired to the Black Hills. My uncle is not one to sit around, so it didn't take long for him to discover the local food pantry and start volunteering there. He's been a fixture at the food pantry for a number of years already. After having grown the food (especially wheat and corn) for so long, I'm sure it seemed a natural fit to start distributing it.
My aunt recently sent a newspaper clipping from their local paper featuring a story on the food pantry and picture of my uncle. (That's the picture from the paper on the left.) The story was about the cupboards getting bare. In all the hustle and bustle of the Christmas season, people were forgetting about the food pantry. But just since the story ran, donations have been pouring in.
I love that my uncle is still going strong at age 81, and proud of the work he's doing.