Michael Pollan Visits Homeless Garden Project: 2 Videos

A wonderful evening with Michael Pollan and friends

On October 25, Michael Pollan visited the Homeless Garden Project.  His visit inspired HGP trainees and staff to prepare a tour of our farm and programs that tells how our programs work, how the farm operates, and how it all comes together to help people find the tools they need to build a home in the world.   Michael Pollan is an author, journalist, activist, and professor of journalism at the UC Berkeley Graduate School of Journalism

  • Homeless Garden Project was honored to participate in a panel discussion with Michael Pollan on October 25 and to give him a tour of our farm and programs prior to the evening’s community event.
  • Michael Pollan writes about the places where nature and culture intersect: on our plates, in our farms and gardens, and in the built environment; he is the best-selling author of The  Botany of Desire, The Omnivore’s Dilemma, In Defense of Food and more.

Michael Pollan visits HGP farm

Michael Pollan visits HGP farm

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  • Watch the video of the panel discussion here:Everybody Eats
  • Hear what Michael has to say about his visit to the Homeless Garden Project’s farm at 1:06 in the video; “…It’s a very special place, a very inspiring place, and  I met some extraordinary people there…”
  • Hear what HGP trainee, Joan, told Michael about her experience at HGP in this video: Nourishing Soil
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Oral Historian Irene Reti on “Cultivating a Movement: Pioneers of Sustainable Agriculture” on Saturday September 15th

Irene Reti speaking at Homeless Garden Project’s dinner, September 15, 2012

“As an oral historian, I cultivate stories. I believe recording and passing down stories sustains us. I believe in stories we can find the seeds of a sustainable future, if we listen deeply. Tonight I want to give you a packet containing nine seeds of wisdom I found hidden in the life stories of organic and sustainable farmers, activists, teachers, and researchers interviewed for Cultivating a Movement. The complete archive is online at: http://library.ucsc.edu/reg-hist/cultiv/home and in the edited paperback collection of excerpts from the program at http://www.amazon.com/Cultivating-Movement-Sustainable-Agriculture-Californias/dp/097233436X

Seed One:  Believe you can create something new, even if you encounter a bunch of naysayers.

In 1980 at the age of 28, Dale Coke was working for a diesel fuel injection company. Then he got cancer and wanted to change his life. He originally came from a farming family so and his wife bought ten acres of land in Watsonville  and decided to grow organic strawberries.

Dale told us: “And the neighbor, who had been a conventional strawberry farmer, told me that you couldn’t grow strawberries organically. I was a non-believer, so I started by trying to grow some strawberries organically. I planted them in 1980. I didn’t know anything, so I made a lot of mistakes. I found that we could grow strawberries, and the best part about it was that the market accepted them. We sold our first berries in Santa Cruz at Community Foods. It was, “These are organic?” “Yes!” “They taste good.”

Dale went on to invent spring salad mix and sold it to Chez Panisse. He originally rinsed his greens in an old washing machine cleverly set up to run only on the spin cycle. Coke Farms grew as salad mix caught on and began to be distributed beyond upscale restaurants and into supermarkets across the country.

Seed Two: Learn from old-timers who farmed before chemical agriculture (mostly before WWII)

Betty Van Dyke: Van Dyke Farms in Gilroy, CA learned how to grow organic apricots from her Croatian father who always said, “Don’t spray anything in the orchard that you can’t go in afterwards and pick the fruit off the tree and eat it.”

Born in Pacific Grove, the descendent of pioneers who came to California with the De Anza party in 1774, Russel Wolter started farming “organically” when he was fourteen and his mother forbade him to use chemical fertilizers and sprays on their ranch in the Carmel Valley. That was in 1947, decades before organic certification, but Wolter’s expertise in organic farming became a resource to a newer generation of organic farmers in the 1970s. After his mother’s death, Russel and his wife, Karen, farmed forty-five acres of the family ranch as Down to Earth Farm, which became part of the original organic certification program initiated by Rodale Press’s Organic Farming and Gardening Magazine in 1971.

Seed Three: Do what you love.

María Luz Reyes and her husband, Florentino Collazo, run La Milpa Organic Farm on land they lease from the Agriculture & Land Based Training Association near Salinas.

Collazo told us, “I love to work the land. I don’t like using gloves, because it’s like taking a shower with an umbrella. I want to feel the earth. When I pull the weeds, I want to feel my fingers penetrating the soil, feel that I’m pulling them up, that I’m doing it myself. I really love to look around, walk up and down observing, surveying it all and saying, ‘Wow.’ That’s what fulfills me. When I’m at the farmers’ market, and they tell you, ‘These are the best strawberries I’ve ever tasted, I’m going to take them’ ah, it makes you feel a light in your soul.” Reyes added, “Like yesterday, when they had that festival and all of these people came out to buy, a man said to me, ‘I’ve never touched the sky, but with these strawberries I just did.”

Seed Four—Authenticity

In the village of Pescadero, Dee Harley runs San Mateo County’s only active dairy. Dee told us: “Now people are wanting to come to places like our farm, where they can have a connection with the earth. They can understand that “that goat made that cheese I am eating right now because they can see the goat out of the window.”

Seed Five–Keep your hands in the dirt.

Mark Lipson is Organic and Sustainable Policy Advisor for the USDA now but he was CCOF’s first paid staff member, working there from 1985 to 1992, steering the organization through the establishment of a statewide office as well as several key historical events that awakened the public’s interest in organic food. The Organic Center calls Lipson “the primary midwife” of the California Organic Foods Act of 1990, sponsored by then-State Assemblymember Sam Farr, another hero of the organic movement. But Mark is also a longtime farmer at Molino Creek Farms, which pioneered the flavorful dry-farmed tomatoes we enjoy at this time of year.

Mark told us: “I’ve been extremely fortunate to have had real farming experience. I worked the dirt on our farm for years. Observing the behavior of our farming system is what has informed my ability to articulate issues in the policy arena.”

Seed Six: Value human beings and relationships. That is how you cultivate a movement.

Darrie Ganzhorn, Executive Director of the Homeless Garden Project:

“Organic is about investing in the health of people and the community and the soil and the future. When you look at it really holistically—which an organic system is a lot more prone to than an industrial system—you realize that it doesn’t make sense to have people who have tremendous potential to offer their community be on the fringes and not be able to participate. One of our trainees, Bill, did an interview for the newsletter with Homer the Homeless Hoe Man that was humorous and sarcastic. He was talking about how Homer, who is that little scraggly guy that’s our logo, that he doesn’t understand why it takes a homeless man to teach our children about the value of sustainable agriculture, and yet he’s very proud to do that.”

Seed Seven: Teach our children

Gail Harlamoff, Executive Director of the Life Lab Science Program. Founded in 1979 at Green Acres School in Live Oak by Roberta Jaffe, Life Lab now helps schools across the U.S. develop organic gardens that teach kids about science, math and the natural world.

Gail told us about Life Lab’s Food What? Program that works with at risk Youth: “There was this one boy. It was the first day and they were making spanakopita. So they went out and picked spinach. We’re talking like, the whole meal was pretty much from the Farm. It was incredible. Grated carrots. It was so good. They brought me some. There was this boy, and he was all tough. That’s one of the things we talk about too, these kids, perception of them is not good, and their own perceptions of themselves are not very good. But anyway, he’s standing there and he’s being all tough, and he’s washing dishes at the sink. And this other guy is standing there, and one of them leans over, and he goes, “Man, what’d you think of that meal? And the other one’s washing dishes. He goes, “Well, that was the best f-ing meal I’ve ever had in my life. “Yeah, me, too.” So that’s the power of food.

Seed Eight: Build Community and have fun doing it. Sit down together like we are tonight.

Beth Benjamin was one of the first apprentices to Alan Chadwick at the Chadwick Garden at UCSC back in the late 1960s, later co-founder of Camp Joy Gardens and an integral employee of Renee Shepherd’s garden seed company.

Beth said: “You don’t want people to have to go marching back to the farm like in China, the Cultural Revolution. You want people to go, “This is cool, growing my own food. I can invite my neighbors over and we can eat it together. ”That is what life should be about: Less money. Less work hours. More time with your friends and family.”

And finally, Seed Nine: Dream big visions for the future of the world.

In 1983 Jim Cochran founded Swanton Berry Farm in Davenport, the first certified organic farm in the United States to sign a labor contract with the United Farm Workers. Cochran became the first large-scale commercial organic strawberry farmer in California. In 2002, the U.S. Environmental Protection Agency awarded him the Stratospheric Ozone Protection Award for developing organic methods of growing strawberries that did not rely on the soil fumigant methyl bromide.

When we asked Jim about his visions for the future he said: “There are thousands and thousands and thousands of people my age who’ve spent the last twenty, thirty, forty years dealing with small changes, working very hard to figure out how to get a refrigeration system to work in a co-op grocery store. There are a lot of us who are realizing that if we really want to make any real progress, we need to step away from our day-to-day small projects in our community and say, “Okay, we need to make some serious changes here if we’re going to survive as a culture or as a species. And that’s going to require more than just my individual efforts on this particular community food program, or this particular publication that I work for, or this particular farm that I work for.”

I’m beginning to see that really it has to do with giving people the place to think big. It’s not in style to think big. It’s very much in style to think very small and very local—“Let’s change the way we recycle stuff in Santa Cruz County.” Well, that’s really important; that’s really good. But the world is going to die in the meanwhile.

A lot of people are very secure thinking small and are not accustomed to the idea of really major moves. But Wal-Mart is. Wal-Mart makes a major move into South America and spends $11 billion and does a whole program. The way they do it is they get six really smart people together and figure it out and do it. It only takes six people to do it. You sit down and they say, “Okay, you’re in charge of raising six billion; you’re in charge of marketing; you’re in charge of locating all the stores; you’re in charge of supplying all the stores.”

Well, we could do that too. We’re just as smart as they are, and we could compete the daylights out of Wal-Mart. Let’s open 2,000 new stores. Let’s open 100,000 new acres of farmland to small farms. Let’s build forty-two processing plants. Let’s buy 7,000 trucks. Let’s own a biodiesel or three biodiesel companies. Let’s own an insurance company. Let’s have a bank. Let’s make a $25 billion project divided into tens of thousands of little units. And let’s change the whole school system. Let’s change the securities law, tax laws. Let’s change a whole bunch of stuff!”

Let’s cultivate a better world together. Thank you.

 

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Ian’s Hike for the Homeless: A Homeless Garden Project Fundraiser

Some people will walk a mile for a Camel, others will walk 220 miles to help people who are homeless.  Ian Keeler, a Soquel resident and business owner, fits that second description.

Ian will hike 220 miles, including the entire 211 miles of the official John Muir Trail.  Why?  Ian appreciates the many ways that the Homeless Garden Project helps people who are homeless, and benefits the wider community as well, so he created a hike-a-thon fundraiser for HGP.  He is seeking donations of $15 for each mile, with a total fundraising goal of $3,300.  All proceeds go to HGP.

Ian has obtained his trail permit and will begin his 2-1/2 week hike on July 4, 2012.  Donations are tax deductible and are now being accepted.  Donations of $15 or more are suggested, and donations of any amount will be appreciated.

To make a donation by check, make payable to Homeless Garden Project. Please note “Ian’s Hike for HGP” on your check’s memo line.  A donation of any amount may be sent by check. Mail to Homeless Garden Project, PO Box 617, Santa Cruz, CA 95061.

To make a donation by debit or credit card, click here to go to “Donate.”

  1. Scroll down, then click by “Make a Direct Donation.”
  2. Click “Submit” at end of the page, which leads you to JustGive.org’s “Make a donation to HOMELESS GARDEN PROJECT” page.
  3. When completing that page, in the “Designate my donation” field, type “Ian’s Hike for HGP.”

A $10 minimum donation is required to use this online system. If you have questions about making an online donation, or if you prefer to donate by phone, please feel free to contact us.  You may reach Matthew Skaarup, Development Coordinator directly at matthews@homelessgardenproject.org (831) 426-3609, extension 1#.

Ian stoked by the beauty of Half Dome

Ian is a native of the Monterey Bay area and is a California state-licensed building contractor. In his nonworking hours, he enjoys hiking and backpacking, as he has all his life.  His first lengthy hike was at age six, when he hiked Florence Lake, King’s Canyon National Park with his parents.  Ian loves the beauty of the natural world and the experience of solitude amidst the sheer granite, sparkling streams, and alpine lakes found in the Sierra backcountry.  There he finds a special renewal of his connection to his spiritual roots.

He has also developed a passion for running and has participated in marathons.  Most recently, Ian completed the Big Sur Marathon: Ian Keeler BSIM 2012 Certificate of Completion.cfm

You are encouraged to bring this Homeless Garden Project fundraiser to the attention of others by emailing them a link to this post:  http://homelessgardenproject.org/blog/?p=331

You may also share a flier about Ian’s Hike for HGP; download and print the PDF linked directly below.  If you prefer to have some fliers sent to you by postal mail, or if you have other questions, please phone Ian, 831-818-5897.

Ian Keeler Hike for HGP flier – Departing July 4

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Beauty

“Beauty saves. Beauty heals. Beauty motivates. Beauty unites. Beauty returns us to our
origins, and here lies the ultimate act of saving, of healing, of overcoming dualism.” -Matthew Fox

One of the qualities of our farm that engages me and sustains my work at HGP is beauty. In this article, I want to celebrate the farm’s beauty and invite you to engage with it also. In the world of survival, beauty may seem a luxury. At the farm, beauty may seem accidental or unavoidable— the sun breaking through the fog, the rows of colors as you look across the beds in full bloom, dew on dahlia petals, or the bronze heads of lettuces with their nesting leaves.
In my experience, beauty connects me to the moment, and to larger questions concerning what it means to be human. Why is seeing a beautiful painting or reading great
literature nourishing? In her book, On Beauty and Being Just, Elaine Scarry “argues that beauty continually renews our search for truth and presses us toward a greater
concern for justice.” The processes at the farm— photosynthesis, germination, companion planting—are marvelously elegant. It has always fascinated me that there is a part of
photosynthesis that takes place in the dark. To be able to coax life—and this kind of beauty—from soil is a life-affirming experience.
And of course, there are the people who make the farm work— the trainees, volunteers and staff. Watching these people change and grow is beautiful. As Tomlyn, an early
HGP trainee says in Growing Hope: The Story of the Homeless Garden Project, “The Project is a gentle soft way for people to learn about homelessness and to see that people are people. It’s not dirty, or ugly. People are people and they’re beautiful.”
This farm is something we’ve all made together; we can’t do it without your support. And together, let us sustain the beauty that is the Homeless Garden Project.

— Darrie Ganzhorn, HGP Executive Director

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I was a survivor and now I’m living

Laurie Williams sharing her story with a class at UCSC

I have been a trainee at the Homeless Garden Project’s Natural Bridges Farm for nearly
a year, and what a wondrous year it has been. The wisdom, knowledge, compassion
and support, the camaraderie and bonding, as well as understanding and patience that
have been showered upon me is without measure, appreciated, and surprisingly now
welcomed.

It was not always so. For many years I survived the unstable homeless life of an addict;
couch surfing, living in motels, staying up for days on end running myself ragged, and
until just recently I’ve been camping, adding to my list of illegal activities. I am pleased
and grateful to say that all of that is behind me now. I am now living in a 1-bedroom
apartment with my partner, David, (who is also a trainee at HGP). We are enjoying the
responsibilities of paying rent, bills, and dealing with other domestic issues. It may not
sound like a big deal but when you haven’t done these “normal” things they seem very
important especially knowing I’m only one step away from homelessness. I’m determined
to make that one step away two steps then three steps and so on… I won’t go backward. I
have worked too hard, been blessed too much, and am just plain too old and tired to allow
my good fortune to slip away.

Simply surviving had become a coping mechanism for me at the very young age of 12. I
was heartbroken and devastated by an abuse that continued throughout my teenage years.

Although I was alive and breathing I was merely existing, not living. I think of all the
special little moments I missed afraid to explore life in a mode of numbness induced by
drugs. That ain’t living folks!

Being hired as a trainee at HGP has greatly enhanced my life. My self-esteem and self-
confidence are boosted and I am reminded of who I am, who I want to become, and what
I want to accomplish. Many positive people, experiences, and possibilities have crossed
my path, opening the door for many new possibilities. Even though I’ve made countless
poor choices, and wasted a lot of precious time, there was always an inner part of me that
survived the turmoil and wanted more out life than I was receiving. I’m getting that now.

I’ve seen many lives blessed by the magic of the farm. It is a special place for growth,
healing and strengthening. I’m more than grateful for the year I’ve been there. At
first it was a rocky transition from homeless street life. Even before I found housing,
adjusting to having a job was a major change in my life. I needed to become accountable,
dependable, responsible and a team player. I also gained knowledge and the desire
to learn more about all phases of sustainable organic farming, including harvesting,
production and sales.

There has been real value in learning and expanding my horizons through the training and
hands-on physical work. What I value most are the people I’ve met and worked with. It’s
rare for me to allow people to get close, to relate to them on any real or deep meaningful
level. On the street I kept others at a distance and only used them as a means to an end.
Now, I truly care for my fellow trainees and the staff at Natural Bridges Farm. I connect with each person on some level, and I’ve built bonds I won’t ever forget.

It is safe at the farm. Every Tuesday morning we, the staff and trainees, gather in
our ‘Circle’ meeting where personal and work related issues can be discussed. This time
together is often very intimate and emotional and it is one more tie that brings us together
in harmony. I can express compassion, concern(s) and other real emotions if I choose to. I
receive the same in return which astounds me. I’m still getting used to the genuine giving,
caring and encouragement.

Although I’ve been blessed with many positive changes, no longer being homeless is the
most significant change so far. Healing is important as well. Healing the body and spirit
can take shape in many ways. At the present time I’m dealing with health issues that need
addressing, it is very stressful. What better place than the beautiful and peaceful farm to
cope, nurture, and ease my mind so I can heal. Daily stretches to start our day, healthy,
organic veggies that we’ve planted and harvested, deliciously prepared daily lunches,
healthy environment and people, the space to get back in tune with nature and myself;
what a beautiful way to live.

As I continue to heal and grow, I think about my future and life after HGP. Furthering
my education is part of my plan, and working with those who come from a similar
background, and assisting them in their transition is very appealing to me. In whatever
capacity this may manifest itself, I want and need to give back to keep the flow of healing
and change happening in our community. I hope that whatever I can contribute will
enhance my life just as HGP has enhanced mine.

Written by,
Laurie M. Williams, HGP Trainee

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Tribute to Susie MacMillen

In celebration of Susie’s life. Please join us at Natural Bridges Farm on Friday, June 24 at 2 PM to pay tribute to Susie MacMillen.  There will be opportunities to share remembrances, a small reception will follow. Please feel free to bring food to share, writing, photos. If you need more information, please contact Forrest Cook at forrestc@homelessgardenproject.org

Susie began working at HGP in April 2007 and worked with us until she died. In that time I knew
her as a trainee, employee, friend, confidante, feminist, lover of knowledge, and person committed to
breaking through her own barriers in a systematic and thoughtful way.

For those of you who don’t know, HGP is a job training and transitional employment program
for people who are homeless or at risk of homelessness. The training and employment programs take place in our organic farm and related enterprise. Susie worked in the greenhouse and became indispensable there, and ran our plant sale in 2010. For awhile, Susie insisted that while she loved the plants and the work of nurturing them and juggling those tasks—figuring out her own system for covering all the bases—she was not interested in working with people: volunteers, interns, tours. Then she changed her mind and began being the contact person for many of our kitchen needs and volunteers, giving tours, and helping to supervise and manage people on the farm. She’d created a cheat sheet or mantra that she read every morning to herself before work. It started out, “What is the problem? How can I help?” I can’t tell you how inspiring it was to watch Susie make this transition.

A special time for me with Susie was Friday nights from the end of May through the end of
October. The main way we sell our produce is to people who “subscribe” to our produce and come pick up Fridays during the harvest season. Susie would do the harvest each Friday, work at the farm and in the greenhouse, then came down to the office at about 3 or so where the CSA members picked up. By this time, her paid hours were long over, but she did it every week, consistently. We got into the habit of spending time together in my office after pick up was over and cleaned up.

Susie would bring me in a basket of tomatoes or a bag of produce and we’d talk about the week. Often the light would change into sunset, then dusk, then dark and we’d finally stop talking and go home.During that time, Susie told me about her sons and about being their mother, about their family life. One time, Susie brought in photo albums of their life and travels to show me. The photos and her stories seemed so fun—I kind of wished Susie could have been my mother. In her mothering I could see that same intelligence, vision, and diligent commitment to getting it all done, that I saw in her work at HGP.

Like many of us, I’ve really struggled with coming to terms with how suddenly we lost Susie and
how final that loss seems. I found myself looking forward to seeing her here today. In closing, I want to
read four lines from the Jorie Graham poem, The Visible World

Top of the oaks, do you see my tiny
golden hands
pushed, up to the wrists,
into the present? Star I can’t see in the daylight,
young, light and airy star—
I put the seed in. The beam more on.

–Darrie Ganzhorn, HGP Executive Director; Darrie read these comments at Susie’s memorial on May 7.

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One Generation to Another – A Story of an Intern

A homeless man had walked in with a terrible infection throughout his foot- so bad that if left alone, it would doubtlessly require an amputation.  Luckily the man was admitted, and within minutes of his arrival the hospital called all of the staff Podiatrists to attempt to find a doctor who would be willing to come in and help treat this patient who was in critical need.  The person who made the phone call from the hospital told my father that he was the fifth Podiatrist they called, as none of the other doctors even picked up their phones.  This did not come as surprising, not only due to it being a holiday weekend, but also because it was highly unlikely to receive any pay for the work due to this man not having the funds to pay expensive hospital bills with no insurance.

Meeting this man changed this type of thinking, at least a little bit, for my father.  Upon returning home from treating this man with a critical infection in his foot, my dad related that he was astonished that he ever became homeless at all.  He was extremely intelligent, had gone to college, and earned a degree in Philosophy.  The gentleman explained to my father that he had a steady job and a loving wife just a few years ago.

Hearing this story was very moving for me.  Seeing my father’s way of thinking change had a strong impact on me. Many structural, societal factors contribute to create heightened risk for experiencing homelessness.  Lack of access to resources due to growing up in poverty, for example, would make prospects for high education very unlikely.  I thought about what I learned, and an immense feeling of frustration came over me.  I thought about how all societies should be obliged to take care of all members.  I thought about how easily anyone could have a string of unfortunate events that could result in homelessness.

This experience caused my dad to believe that homelessness can happen to anyone, from any back ground and class, and for a variety of reasons.  It was during this same time that I was thinking about doing some community work here in Santa Cruz as an intern. The Homeless Garden Project was one of many community based organizations I had learned existed here in town. This seemed to be the perfect time to start.

The safe environment and strength of community the Project offers a neglected group of people is crucial in helping the transition into steady jobs, and permanent housing.   Having a sense of belonging to a community and contributing to something important enables the building self esteem and confidence.  After just a few months of working with this organization, I have learned how absolutely crucial places like this are.  It is a shame that society allows some people to slip through the cracks at all, but the presence of organizations such as this helps buffer against some of the consequences of this harsh reality.

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The Mutuality of Nourishment

Nourishing PeopleAs 2009 opened, I was issued a challenge – extended by my youngest sister to each of her six siblings – to make at least 500 pb&j sandwiches for the local soup kitchen or outreach center of my choosing. After strong-arming my Solstice partygoers into a couple of hours of focused sandwich making, my wife Christine and I had a mere 150 or so sandwiches to our credit. I dutifully dropped them at Santa Cruz’s Homeless Services Center and noted the rather lukewarm reception that greeted of our collective labor of love. Turning our Corolla-turned-meal-wagon into Trader Joe’s parking lot to restock our sandwich making supplies, I began to question, “What does it mean to truly nourish people?

This seemingly innocent line of inquiry took on a life of its own, spawning a new round of meal preparation that seemed more in keeping with our community’s needs. Over the following weeks, Christine and I lovingly (if sloppily!) prepared 75-or-so bag lunches – complete with small bean, cheese, and salsa burritos, tortilla chips, and cookies – and distributed them to the omnipresent row of Latino men walking the day laborer line. Tentative at first, the guys shyly scooped up brown paper sacks with mumbles of, “Gracias.” The task became equally fun and fulfilling, but I still pondered whether there might be a more meaningful way to foster community and address basic nutritional needs with my rather limited culinary skills (but abundant desire and energy!).

By April, I managed to expand my query enough to identify a couple of folks equally keen to spread nourishment and – joy of joys! – a community that exuberantly offered to participate in our foolhardy act of gastronomic kindness. Former pb&j sandwich makers and dear friends Karen Lambert and Clay Madden agreed to join me in making lunch each Wednesday for a team of organic farming trainees and the staff of the Homeless Garden Project (HGP – see www.homelessgardenproject.org). Our little café would use primarily ingredients grown on the HGP’s 2.5-acre organic farm and distributed to HGP’s Community Supported Agriculture (CSA) subscribers. Indeed, we instantly became contestants on Organic Grab Bag Iron Chef, charged with generating a tasty, nutritious meal for 12 – 18 people with the veggies tucked in the walk-in fridge in a large brown grocery sack every Tuesday evening. And we agreed to do this for approximately 28 weeks: the duration of the trainees’ apprenticeship on the farm.

We enthusiastically showed up our first day with a steaming, humongous pot of spicy black bean chili-n-greens with a side dish of cornbread and farm-inspired salad, all of which were devoured quicker than you can say, “Homeless Garden Project.” We learned early on not to begrudge any ingredient that would lend a little fire to the meal, and that fire was best calmed by sugar, preferably delivered in the form of homemade cookies. When enthusiasm threatened to devolve into lackluster meals, we called in the reinforcements. Christine became my faithful sous-chef (OK, at times substitute chef!) and Karen & Clay’s daughter, Kendall, routinely rescued us with batches of lovingly-prepared cookies. The Triple C Double K Kitchen seemed to garner rave reviews. Secretly, though, I think that our panel of organic farming trainee/judges had bonded to us with such fondness that they became compromised critics! Mike – talented sculptor of the spiral garlic & onion bed, gifted carpenter, and wise mentor – offered to start a cookbook called Imagine Flavor based upon some of the dishes we dreamed up. Carmen always had stories of her four year-old’s achievements and antics for us, and we delighted when she shared the news of finding secure housing. Floppy sun hat-bedecked Barbara, skirt billowing in the ever-present coastal winds, frequently sent us off with armfuls of the farm’s brightest flowers.

Habitually slow to emerge from the greenhouse or tiny farm office, Susie would inevitably appear. Sandy gray-brown hair loosely caught in a rubber band, brown weather-kissed skin catching the sun, she’d squint up at us and inquire what delectable feast we had fabricated. Should she not appear, I would wander toward the greenhouse and find her carefully finishing off a seed tray, deep in concentration. As we walked toward the makeshift kitchen/dining area, she would lament that the frenetic pace of the season – which had started without the farm’s co-directors in place – meant that she did not have time to be present to people in the way she deeply wanted to. Seemingly in perpetual motion, I always took it to our credit that Susie actually paused to savor our Wednesday lunches for a good 10 or 15 minutes, which seemed luxurious. Ultimately, this proved to be enough time for us to shape a friendship based squarely in laughter, grousing, and shared admiration at the everyday miracles that abounded at the farm.

Mid-season, she added a few mouse-hunting (OK, rat-hunting) kitties to the farm’s small menagerie. Susie derived no end of pleasure from watching the girls (as she called them) learn the art of pouncing, which they perfected on each other and on assorted inanimate objects . . . She looked after the kittens as if they were her first born, balancing care and attention with the benign neglect that they needed to become true farm kitties. In this way, I glimpsed Susie’s knack for parenting. I was honored to meet one of the prizes of her true art of parenting when her son, Tashi, visited the farm with his girlfriend, Caitlin. Confident and kind, outfitted with Susie’s disarming gentle smile, Tashi warmed up the farm every time he visited. Susie seemed not to take her eyes off of him while he was there. It was clear they shared a remarkable bond, one which any single mother who has had to sacrifice much to hold her family together can speak to.

Among my brightest memories of this grand experiment in mutual nourishment – because Clay, Karen and I soon began to look forward to our Wednesdays at the farm as one might anticipate a great meal – I will never forget the sight of Susie standing in the buffet line at the 20th Anniversary festivities at the farm. Cloth-covered tables and chairs spread in a pattern out behind her, she beamed at Tashi and laughed her deep, resonant Susie laughed at a shared joke, eyes twinkling. She seemed in her element, surrounded by years of friends and the land –both of which she had taken pains to cultivate – and gazing upon the extraordinary produce of her efforts: the buffet of glorious dishes and the family she so dearly loved. Gazing at Susie and the entire HGP community – some of the two decades of formerly homeless HGP trainees, current and emeritus staff members, donors, friends, and children and pets galore – I thought, “This is what it means to nourish people.”

Susie MacMillen, ripened to 57 years of age, was somehow called back to the Creator in the wee hours of the morning on December 26th. She died when fire consumed her haven of peace, a trailer tucked on the far edge of a winery approximately 8 miles from town. As I think about her death, the lyrics of a favorite Mary Chapin Carpenter song ease into my mind: “I keep thinking I’ll flame out/ Leave noone with a doubt/ That I was meant to fire like a rocket.” Susie had far too much sparkle to die a conventional death. In this, I take great comfort as I try to honor and propagate her inspired commitment to hard work, to live ‘til it hurts, and to nourish the land and its inhabitants with every particle of one’s being.

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I’m Part of A Solution

Mona Stevenson

1993 - Present Trainee

Roughly seventeen years ago I first began my training experience making wreaths and working at the WOFE gardens on Washington Street and up at Natural Bridges Farm.  Then in the year 2000, I worked at the farm primarily digging and planting beds and harvesting for that year.  I also had the creative outlet making bouquets for CSA.  Now I work at the HGP store performing the tasks that help cultivate the generosity of the community and their financial support.

In doing this, I hope I perpetuate a means to end homelessness.  I’m part of a solution.  I’m able to applaud the good works of coworkers today because I was given the same opportunities by HGP and WOFE back then.  Now I am encouraged by me peers.

It makes a better life when one has been validated through one’s purposes and intentions.  The project fills my whole life with fruitfulness so that it is not just a bleak existence daily.  Here I am enabled to be useful and instrumental toward the betterment of people.  And this happens with every step I take forward toward helping people to pull themselves up using “the garden’s” supports.

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Braised Turnips with Poppy Seed Bread Crumbs

Turnips

From: http://www.epicurious.com

For turnips
3 tablespoons unsalted butter
2 pounds medium turnips (not Japanese), peeled and cut into 1-inch-thick wedges
1 1/2 cups water
1 tablespoon fresh lemon juice

For bread crumbs
2 tablespoons extra-virgin olive oil
1 garlic clove, minced
1 cup fine fresh bread crumbs from a baguette
1 tablespoon poppy seeds
1 tablespoon chopped flat-leaf parsley

Braise turnips:
Melt butter in a 12-inch heavy skillet over medium heat, then add turnips, water, lemon juice, and 1/2 teaspoon salt and bring to a boil. Reduce heat to low and simmer, covered, 30 minutes. Increase heat to medium and stir turnips, then briskly simmer, uncovered, until all of liquid has evaporated and turnips are glazed and just tender, 20 to 35 minutes (they should be cooked through but still retain their shape).

Make bread crumbs while turnips cook:
Heat oil in a large heavy skillet over medium heat until it shimmers, then cook garlic, stirring, until pale golden, about 1 minute. Add bread crumbs and poppy seeds and cook, stirring frequently, until golden, 4 to 5 minutes. Stir in parsley and salt to taste. Just before serving, sprinkle bread crumbs over turnips.

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