October 3, 2015, Prescott- This was a very long day- 5:30 A.M.- 1:15 A.M. The wake-up was necessary, in order to be up in Flagstaff, in time for a Baha’i gathering- our region’s annual consultation session and election of a delegate to the National Convention, held the following Spring. It takes about two hours to go from Prescott to “Flag”.
Once we finished our session, I stayed behind to help with cleaning the hall. I mention this only because what was waiting for me back here was: Manning the Registration Table for volunteers at Hope Fest, a faith-based event at Courthouse Square, followed by breaking down the site, when a concert ended at 10 P.M.
Hope Fest was initiated by Evangelical Christians, four years ago, to help homeless families, and domestic violence victims, with access to programs that alleviate suffering and offer relief from the cold, in the months to come. I joined the effort, because that’s what I do. A lot of people were here today, as they were at earlier events that came to the aid of the disadvantaged: Stand Down for Veterans and Empty Bowls, both in mid-September. It’s what our community does.
Our clean-up crew spent three hours transforming the Court House grounds from “The Day After Mardi Gras” to a place prepared for the next day’s Oktoberfest gathering. Trust me, all three dumpsters in the back were piled high, but the grounds were spotless, otherwise. I left right at 1 A.M., walking the mile to my cozy apartment, my pants soaked with salad dressing leakage, to my chagrin and to the discomfort of a twenty-something neighbour, who held her nose as she walked past. I totally understand- and can’t wait to get all the clothing I wore today, into the washer.
The fun part of the evening, actually, was watching the antics of my supervisor’s three pre-school age children. As late as it was, they showed no sign of fatigue, leaving at 9:45. This newest generation, sometimes called GenZ, gives credence to Alexander Pope’s wry observation. Hope is still springing eternal.