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The last full day we were in La Villa, we attended the food distribution for the Hope families. These families have been identified by the pastor as being the most needy in the village. They are supported through donations from some of us who are on the mission trip, but mostly by generous people back here in the Pittsburgh area.
They are given food once per month. Egor is who is currently facilitating the food distribution. Egor is a handsome 30-something, never- married Honduran. He lives in Tegucigalpa, so to handle the distribution means a 1 hour commute each way to our little village. I cannot tell you how many times he said to me, "Thank you for coming here and helping my people." Egor cares.
Egor is a man of many talents, and on this particular day, his expertise was needed on legal matters with one of the families. So, he let the Americans handle the entire production.
We had a kind of assembly line going in the back room/side alley of one of the pulperias in the village. The pulperia (grocery store) was very organized and had already pre-packed 2 pounds of rice, 2 pounds of spaghetti noodles, tomato sauce of some kind, corn meal, cereal, beans, butter, and oil to cook in. Separately, there was a frozen chicken; and in a small package, two pieces of what looked like extremely thick chalk. Lime green in color, this substance is what the women use to hand wash their laundry in their outdoor pila.
In addition, there was a flat of 2 or 3 doz eggs (wish I would have counted them so I knew for sure).
Ana, one of the translators, was handling the eggs; I was handling the laundry soap and frozen chicken; Deb was giving them their large bundle of groceries and Marge was taking their picture.
The other thing I was handling was having them "sign in" when they received their food.
Egor warned me that not all knew how to sign their name.
Three of our women, instead, made a thumbprint after dipping their digit in ink.
I suppose there are people walking around Pittsburgh that can't read and write, but I don't know any.
There are women in our program who said they would be willing to teach their peers how to read. I wonder if they will accept the tutoring. Would you?