Author: Elizabeth di Grazia

  • “Been Doing It For 28 Years. They Can Plant Me Here”

    “Been Doing It For 28 Years. They Can Plant Me Here”

    Joe
    Joe Glaccum

    I’m talking with Joe Glaccum, Director of Services for Many Point Scout Camp. “Always been a food man,” he says. “This has been my calling.”

    Antonio and I are at Many Point for a week- long adventure with Troop 110 from Minneapolis.

    This calling of Joe’s is providing 128,000 meals each summer to over 250 troops from numerous councils across the United States and Canada.

    Many Point provides all of the meals, but the preparation varies based on the subcamp that you choose.

    Commissary and dining hall service is offered.

    A combination of commissary and dining hall service, which is what Antonio’s troop chooses, means the camp provides all of the ingredients for breakfast and lunch and the patrol prepares it themselves. The evening meal is delivered cooked from the Dining Hall in a hot stack and ready to serve.

    Joe pointing out the special diet shelf.
    Gluten, nut, dairy, vegetarian, and religious needs cared for at Many Point

     

    Substitutions can be made for gluten, nut and dairy allergies as well as vegetarian and religious observances.

    In our group of 19 scouts and 3 adults there are three vegetarians.

    Joe speaks in a deep gravelly voice. I rush to write what he’s saying. I’m in the presence of a sage.

    “You must be college educated,” I say. Though I know it isn’t true. A person knows when they are sitting in the midst of experience.

    “I’ve been hit on the head so many times that I listen,” he exclaims. “Each patrol will fill out a review at the end of the week. I read each and every one of them.”

    He goes on to say that a key to his success is having a menu that is extremely liked by the boys and one that adults will accept.

    I think back over the meals I’ve eaten. Eggs, sausages, pancakes, hamburgers, hotdogs, macaroni salad, grilled cheese, tomato soup, etc…. and I agree. No one in our troop has gone away hungry. There has also been an abundance of apples, oranges, cantaloupes, etc…..

    For those Scouts who might be a bit more particular there is a milk crate of staples that each patrol receives at the beginning of the week and can be replenished. Inside the crate, packed in a specific way is a roll of paper towels, ketchup, mustard, peanut butter, jelly, ramen noodles, oatmeal, brown sugar, dish soap, salt and pepper, packet of sanitizer tablets, matches, garbage bags and a scrubby for washing dishes.

    Joe has 12 people working for him.

    Items are placed in each crate the same way. Crates are color coded for size of patrol.
    Items are placed in each crate the same way. Crates are color coded for size of patrol.

    In 28 years his most major improvement is that he systemized everything. I recognize it as the 5S pillars, Sort, Set in Order, Shine, Standardize, and Sustain.

    “In the early days, the commissary was a huge store. The only trading post on the property. Each troop would come to the store once a week and put in their order.”

    He chuckles. “Red Owl ran it for one year. Lost their shirts. Never came up again.”

    Joe still remembers his busiest year. It was 2001. “I was business manager, trading post director, services directory, commissary director, and driver. I worked 16 hour days, 7 days a week. I loved it.”

    His staff returns year after year. “It’s a very rewarding workplace. I hire good people. I let them do their job. I ask questions – that is all.”

    July 16 2015 421He emphasizes, “I have a really great crew. As long as my brain functions I can do this job.”

    He’s been on 5-year plan since 1987. “Next year I plan to renew it for 5 more years”, he says.

    Our conversation is interrupted by a phone call. He needs to leave. He has 99 patrols to feed next week and he’s tweaking the menu for next year. The lettuce salad that we had last night wasn’t the home run he was looking for.

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

  • The Written iPhone Contract Is For Me – Not the Kids

    FullSizeRenderAntonio and Crystel started asking for an iPhone when they entered middle school. Having a flip phone was not cool.

    Jody and I made a deal with them. If they would get on the A/B honor roll for the entire school year they could have an iPhone.

    This verbal contract didn’t alleviate my job as a parent in knowing what their grades were. Facebook became second to SchoolView where I would check their grades and learn of any missing work.

    An M for missing homework was totally unacceptable. I let them know that an M meant that MOM would come to their classroom and sit next to them. I made good on that promise on three occasions during the school year for both middle-schoolers. I totally enjoyed the experience.

    It was amazing to me how Antonio and Crystel would skate a B- seemingly oblivious to the fact that it could drop to a C+ at any time.

    I mean, an iPhone was on the hook here.

    For three quarters both made the A/B honor roll by a slim margin.

    Mid-May, I was concerned that they might not make it the last quarter.

    FullSizeRender (3)That’s when I realized that the iPhone contract was for me. Would a C+ end up being acceptable? Would we get them an iPhone anyway?

    At this point, I wrote the verbal contract and had them sign it. I had to make it clear to myself that there would be no iPhone if they missed the honor roll.

    After receiving the grades in the mail, I wrote another contract.

    The first rule: I need to receive A’s and B’s in seventh grade to keep my iPhone. Any quarter that I don’t make the A/B honor roll I will lose my iPhone privileges until I am back on the honor roll.

    I anticipate an M or two and am envisioning sitting next to two seventh graders at some point during the coming school year. The threat of that is even better than a contract.

    And, just in case, we’ve kept the flip phones.

     

  • I Never Wanted Anything Bad Enough to Camp Overnight for It, But . . .

    I Never Wanted Anything Bad Enough to Camp Overnight for It, But . . .

    Antonio had me at, “You can blog about it.”

    I studied him, then upped the ante, “With photos … of you?”

    To convince a twelve-year-old boy to pose for photos at any time is challenging.

    Antonio pointing to an empty display of Amiibos
    Antonio pointing to an empty display of Amiibos during our ‘dry’ run.

    He nodded.

    That is how I came to be standing in a line at Target on a Friday morning before the store opened.

    Amiibos would be released at 8 am. It was Antonio’s goal to get three of them before they were sold out. But, he had school. Since I had the day off from work, I would be a perfect stand-in.

    The night before the big release, Antonio insisted that we take a practice run. I needed to know the most direct route to the sales counter.

    He would have preferred that I camp overnight outside the store doors. He even offered that he and Crystel would join me. He surmised that the both of them could bring their bikes and leave me first in line when it came time for them to bike to school.

    I actually thought about it. It would be a new and shared experience. But, then again, I thought I should save that opportunity for something other than a fairy-type Pokemon. Concert tickets or ….. I don’t know …. I’ve never wanted anything bad enough to camp overnight for it.

    What we would do for our kids. Antonio certainly wanted these Amiibos. His goal was to collect every one. He has 17.

    I’m not a collector. I’m a purger. It took me awhile to understand that my children were different from me. There were times that I cringed realizing — a little too late — that they were collecting the very items I was purging. The items were already down the road at ARC or the school store or the garbage can.

    IMG_6301That Friday, after dropping Antonio and Crystel off at school I headed over to Target. I was number 8 in line. I looked down the line at my 7 peeps.

    A text message interrupted my thoughts.

    Antonio wanted to know if I was in line, how many were in front of me, and if they were kids.

    All men in their twenties except a young lady sitting next to me, I text back.

    I set down my phone and asked her why she was there. “My brother,” she said. Adding, “He owes me.”

    I stood up. “Hey, I’m writing a blog,” I said, loud enough for everyone to hear. “Do you mind if I take your picture?” A thumbs up, a nod of the head, a grunt. “Anyone mind?” I questioned again. No answer, which was my answer.

    At 8 am when the doors opened, I was surprised at the calm.

    My peeps walked single file. No cutting in line. The first guy determined the pace. Three clerks were at the counter waiting for us. Amiibos were stacked behind them. By the time it was my turn, two amiibos were already sold out.

    IMG_6307I can only tell you that I got a Jigglypuff.

    Antonio will learn if I scored any others on his birthday in July.

    Not knowing until then will torment him. I love doing that to an almost 13-year old.