Food stamps, Mom, and Me
This is taken from the “Huckabee Report” that I receive via Facebook:
A humble baker is doing something politicians seldom have the guts to do: she’s standing up for the taxpayers, even if it costs her. A Farmer’s Market in Walpole, Massachusetts, started accepting electronic food stamp cards. But Andrea Tabor, owner of the Ever So Humble Pie Company, refuses to take them. She says her pies are great, but “come on!” Taxpayers shouldn’t be footing the bill for pies! That’s like the government paying for lottery tickets and nail salons. And if the farmer’s market orders her to take EBT cards? She’ll move out. She said, “I’m not going to sacrifice my principles and standards for the sake of a few more sales.” I have a feeling she may soon have a LOT more sales! You’ll find her online at EverSoHumble.com.
I have my own food stamp story. Well, it is my mother’s story but she can’t tell it so I am telling it for her. My mom continued to live by herself successfully after my father passed away in 1987. As she approached her 80’s and things were getting difficult, I urged her to live with me. I lived in Tennessee and she would come for a visit on plane tickets I purchased for her and lots of assistance, but she always wanted to go back to Wisconsin. Finally, I made plans with a circle of friends to check on her regularly. They would call and give me reports. Then the final day came when the doctor told her, “Jeanne, you can’t go home by yourself. You will either need to go to the nursing home, or I know your daughter would like to have you live with her.” She decided on me. It was January, 2003.
As we were packing to leave after selling her small place, mom handed me her food stamp card and told me to go buy some groceries. I didn’t know how they worked, and I told her I’d help her with her money now. After calling appropriate services, I notified the DHS that they would not need to send home health care workers any longer. Her social counselor was upset! She said she HAD to see Jeanne herself. When she arrived, I had papers in order to go over with her and handed her the food stamp card. She refused to take it! I gently said, well, Mom doesn’t eat much and she won’t be paying utility bills, gas for her car which she didn’t drive except to church, property taxes, home repairs, etc. She absolutely refused the card and treated me as if I were an imposter. Why? Because that social worker never once contacted me when Mom may have been in need. She led a woman with dementia down this road, when I would have helped but didn’t know.
My point is, this is just one case. How many other cases of such treatment occur on a weekly basis? When my curiosity got the better of me, I checked one day to see how much money was on the card. It was a little over $250. Mom received $90 per month and never used it all. She didn’t want to take advantage of “charity” as she viewed it.
I took care of mom for 6 more years. I loved that woman! She tried my patience many times, but that fierce love never stopped. Not only did I take care of her out of love, I also obeyed the fifth commandment: “Honor thy father and thy mother.”
Now my eyes are misty. I’ll never regret those six years. It wasn’t easy, but it was right.