Food Pantry

We were at a racetrack that went bankrupt during the meet. Everyone had seven days to pack up and move out, and since all the money in the horsemen's accounts was frozen, there was no traveling money available. We sold a horse and left caravan style with two other families. There was another trainer, his wife and two boys, and also a trainer, his significant other, and one horse, and two sheep.

We got to our new temporary home with no food and no money, so we decided to pack up the kids and go to the local food pantry. They allowed $9 worth of food for each family member, and we could go back one more time after the initial visit. The woman who was the "significant other" whispered to us that she sure would like to have $36 worth of food like our family was getting, but she would have to give them names of children. We told her to give them the names of her sheep. She said she couldn't do that, and when we asked why not, she told us "because their names are Sheba and Twat Twat". While trying to keep a straight face, we suggested a couple of more common and acceptable names, and we all got our $36 worth of groceries.

We traded our name brand mustard for their pre-sweetened cereal and everyone threw in something so we could share a community meal. Our boys still smile at that memory, and I must confess I cannot look at that particular kind of cereal at the grocery store without thinking about that day!