It's hard to disagree with a woman who's called The Pie Lady. Beth Howard of Eldon, Iowa lives in the house made famous in Grant Wood's painting with the two people and the pitchforks, and sells her home-baked goods from the Pitchfork Pie Stand. To say she's an expert in all things pie, and maybe even all things good in the world, might not be an understatement, because when Beth heard about the tragedy at Sandy Hook elementary in Newtown, Connecticut, she knew exactly how to help.
After posting to Facebook that she was considering packing up her RV and making the 1,100-mile journey across the country to bake and deliver pies to those afflicted by the horror, she got $2,000 in donations in two hours, and hit the pavement the next morning.
Stopping along the way to pick up pies that volunteers who follow her blog had made, Beth arrived at the Newtown Youth Academy, a locale that also had therapy dogs for the kids, and started handing out slices of happiness.
Those directly affected by the shooting, those coping, and those helping others reportedly loved their access to free, delicious pie.
This is something made by hand. The pioneers made pie; the pilgrims made pie. It’s about endurance. It’s about nurturing. It’s about simplicity. It’s about nostalgia. And ultimately, for me, it’s about sharing and it’s about giving.
If I weren't drooling uncontrollably, I'd nod my head vigorously with agreement. There is, indeed, something magical about pie. It's a symbol that everything's going to be all right, even if that alls-OK-feeling lasts about the time it takes to eat a slice. It provides a respite.
Pie's also home, it is heart, it's its own religion. I can totally see how Beth is credited with bringing healing to Newtown, because where there's pie, there's recovery.
Do you believe in the healing powers of pie?
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