Since we moved to this town last month we’ve been bombarded with coupons, welcome cards, little gift certificates, stick-on calendars, ink pens, coffee mugs, you name it. I can only assume our realtor sold our name and address to the Chamber of Commerce.
We’ve received invitations, form letters really, from every church in town except the Catholics. But the Baptists win hands-down, for today a smiling Baptist man brought me a cute little cardboard church full of homemade cookies. Some of them have pecans. Yummy. The only other religious folks who actually came to my door were Jehovah’s Witnesses, and all they gave me was a pamphlet entitled “The End of False Religion is Near!” and it didn’t have pecans.
I hope they aren’t too disappointed when they find out I’m a heathen and hubby’s Catholic.
Mundane, yes, but I’m amused and thought I’d share. The story, that is; I’m not sharing the cookies.
We get Joehovah’s Witnesses coming by all the time. They stay and talk and pet the cats and leave copies of their magazines. I think Pepper Mill has told them more than once that they’re not likely to get us as converts, but that doesn’t affect them. I’m not sure if I want to be around the day they learn that I’m agnostic, and Pepper’s a witch.
I have Joehovah’s Witnesses’ stop by every now and then also. I’m polite to them and accept their pamphlets, but never let them in. Takes some 'stones to go to door-to-door like they do and I respect that.
It is well known, in our area, that my mom’s church gets the most donors when they host the blood drives. It’s the cookies. No little Oreo packages or manufactured shortbread. No, no, no. Homemade all the way, and some still warm from the oven. I’m telling you, people positively line up to have needles stuck in their arms.
The best part? I have all their recipes. Bwooooohahaha!
JWs came by yesterday when DeHusband and I were off work sick. When they started into the speil, he told them that we had a stomach bug and if they didn’t leave soon he’d lick them.
I’d rather have cookies than “The End of False Religion is Near!”
I may have to go undercover as a Baptist to try to obtain the recipe for these round cookies with the pecans in them…mmmm…caramel, too…
It’s pretty cool, the folks in the last town I lived in never brought me anything. Of course, I was born in the last town I lived in, so it’s possible they brought my mom stuff and I was just too little to remember.
I got an invitation and a copy of their church schedule from the Episcopalians, does that count? And is Novemberfest anything like Oktoberfest? 'Cause if it is, I’m so there.
Pretty sure. They’re Yankees up here so who knows. Plus, my head is turned less by alcohol than by the Ben & Jerry’s cart supplied by the parishioner/franchise owner.
My dad is a carpenter and does custom kitchens and bathrooms. He is really talented, if I may say so myself. Our kitchen and bathrooms at home are awesome and I’ve seen his portfolio.
A lot of the people he does work for tip him, give him gift certificates, presents, straight up cash. He worked for some nuns around last Christmas. They gave him a canister of home made cookies.
They’re Yankees up here so who knows. Plus, my head is turned less by alcohol than by the Ben & Jerry’s cart supplied by the parishioner/franchise owner.