We went to the annual fundraiser for the island clinic last week. The old familiar players were there: Dedicated volunteers, in this case the Lutheran women’s group, who run the show; then the local businesses who donate products or services; then a mix of people close to the clinic, employed there or doing volunteer work, along with their families, complemented by a wider audience, including “summer people” like us, comparatively educated and well-off.

Funds are raised through the tickets themselves for a dinner of barbecued steak, baked potatoes, corn on the cob, a salad buffet and, for dessert, a selection of about 20 different kinds of brownies, all baked by the local women. The second source of money is an auction for baskets of food, household goods and “antiques”. Finally, there are lottery tickets for the most valuable donations. As far as I’m concerned, the most impressive donation every year is a quilt made by a woman (see picture) who starts sewing it in late summer, working on it for hours every day until it’s finished in time for the next fundraiser. She’s been donating a quilt a year since the 80s, and every one is a unique work of art. My mother, who used to live here year round, won the quilt a few years back. Tickets are a dollar a piece. And, no, we didn’t win it this year.


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2 thoughts on “Fundraising”

  1. Definitely! I was surprised to hear that she makes the quilts all by herself. I grew up with the tradition that quilts were made by a group of women sitting around a frame, at least for the rather laborious part of actually sewing through the patchwork front, the padding and the blanket back to make the actual quilt. I have one of the big, curved needles you need for it and tried my hand at it back when I was still taking really long vacations, but frankly crafts like this take so much time that they belong to another age. Or you do it her way, a few hours every day. Instead of twittering, Shelly 😉

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