Pancake Feed | Small Town Nebraska
December 14, 2012 20 Comments
Looks good, doesn’t it? I’ll tell you a secret that we don’t usually tell city folk, it’s some of the best eating you’ll ever do. I’m with Julie here, I’ll tell you when and where as well, but she’s right we really do all know each other.
Julie’s was at the Fire Hall, that’s pretty common, so is the Legion Hall, the Senior Center, the Fairgrounds, in my favorite town out here we usually have one during the Corn Show either before the rodeo or the demolition derby. It’s a great time for us to all get together.
But what made me want to run this is something you guys might not know. Those firemen working at that pancake feed, they’re real fireman, every bit as well-trained and brave as any in the country, they’re also volunteers. That’s right, they risk their lives for us for absolutely nothing except service to community. They tend to be farmers, and merchants, and others who work or live in town, because if you live too far out-of-town it can hurt the response time, but if they’re too far away they’ll show up in their personal vehicles anyway.
So why the fundraiser? Because they need protective equipment and equipment generally, everything from boots to a new truck has to be paid for and there is precious little money available, so we raise it ourselves.
But you know, local businesses are always willing to help too. I’ve seen grocery stores that can barely keep the doors open contribute everything for the pancakes, in my home town a farmer always donated a pig and the butchering and sausage making to the Lion’s club, which in its turn sponsored community events, made donations, and so forth and so on, I’ve seen fertilizer trucks hauling water to a fire and I’ve seen tractors worth a quarter of a million dollars loaned freely to fight a grass fire. We don’t really think much about it, it’s always been like this.
This is what d’Tocqueville was talking about when he said.
The political associations that exist in the United States form only a detail in the midst of the immense picture that the sum of associations presents there.
Americans of all ages, all conditions, all minds constantly unite. Not only do they have commercial and industrial associations in which all take part, but they also have a thousand other kinds: religious, moral, grave, futile, very general and very particular, immense and very small; Americans use associations to give fêtes, to found seminaries, to build inns, to raise churches, to distribute books, to send missionaries to the antipodes; in this manner they create hospitals, prisons, schools. Finally, if it is a question of bringing to light a truth or developing a sentiment with the support of a great example, they associate. Everywhere that, at the head of a new undertaking, you see the government in France and a great lord in England, count on it that you will perceive an association in the United States.
In America I encountered sorts of associations of which, I confess, I had no idea, and I often admired the infinite art with which the inhabitants of the United States managed to fix a common goal to the efforts of many men and to get them to advance to it freely.
It works just as well today as it did when those words were written nearly two hundred years ago. And you know what, it works better than almost anything else because everybody wants to help their neighbor, it’s really a big part of what America has always been about.
Thanks again, Julie, hope you like it.
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