When Roland and I lived in Kearns, we spent time volunteering at the pasta plant. We once purchased a very large order while there. A mammoth order actually – which was good, because it carried us through several years of hardship.
I think it was just right after Christmas when we passed out the remaining pasta to our boys. Within a week I found a huge box of food had been left at our door step. No note. No hint of who may have left it.
I didn’t know if the church was taking up a collection and Roland had given our address as a drop off – but it was on Sunday when I found it – meaning whoever dropped it off was a lot faster getting home from church than we were. It was odd. And so I actually started taking things out to sort them into groups.
It was an odd assortment really. Bags of pasta. A variety of canned goods. A box of two pack muffins and some tasteless marshmallow twists. I didn’t know if they were intended for us or if it was the wrong house or if the stuff was really any good. It was though someone had raided their own pantry – oh, perhaps it was from one of our next door neighbors. Because the box of muffins came with information given in Spanish, I thought perhaps it was our neighbor to the west who had cleaned out her pantry.
Neither neighbor said anything about the box. I think it was only a month later when we were hit again. Also on a Sunday. We had survived the last food without getting sick. But I still questioned the safety of the food, or who it was from. When I found pudding from the bishops store house I figured it wasn’t from anybody on our street – unless it was from the couple on the corner but I really didn’t believe it was from them. Oh, my word.
The most likely candidate I would have considered right away was Frank and Marie. But they had moved out of our ward and are living in another county. I think they’ve encountered more financial struggles than we have, actually. They had lived in a double-wide trailer when they first moved to West Valley. Monthly payments became a burden and they moved from their double wide to a single. When they moved they’d given us an assortment of food – much like what was in the box.
When they moved a second time, it was just easier for them to part with their food than to pack it. I don’t think we got all of it, but they did include us in the division of their storage. Funny how I received a phone call as I was going through the storage. It was Frank and Marie. I asked if they had left the food. They wanted to keep it anonymous. They knew that we had had struggles. They don’t know we actually seem to be out from under it now. I don’t know if they found themselves in a similar situation.
Jenna and I were both home when the pantry fairy hit again. This time it included Easter candy. I’m certain that they had Jenna in mind – for they love her. Roland was certain that someone keeps leaving the goods at the wrong house. I once again explained that I had talked to Frank and Marie and told him why I thought it was them. How kind of them to willingly drive from Ogden to West Valley. I sent them a note to thank the pantry fairy should they ever see him/her.