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Lyn Riddle

On tackling poverty, together

by Lyn Riddle

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Mar
19

It’s an old-fashioned gospel sing on Sunday at Pendleton Street Baptist Church.

Kyle Matthews, Larry McCullough & Chosen Generation, USC Upstate Gospel Choir

Joyful Sound from North Greenville University and Bethel Full Gospel Baptist Church Praise Dancers all will be singing praises in what’s being billed as a Musical Extravaganza.

An extravaganza with a deep underpinning to do good.

It is one of those awesome occasions when community groups work together for a common cause. And as we have seen over and over again in Greenville, when groups get together, things get done.

This time it’s to benefit United Ministries, Triune Mercy Center and Greenville Area Interfaith Hospitality Network to help them combat poverty.

The three have been collecting quarters to put on display Sunday. The goal is 50,000, a quarter to represent every person in Greenville County living below the poverty line. The U.S. Department of Health and Human Services considers anyone who makes less than $10,830 to be living in poverty. For a family of four, the threshold is $22,050.

The folks at Triune, United Ministries and GAIHN witness the circumstances of Greenville County’s poor every day.

On Wednesday at Triune some 70 people showed up to get groceries and clothes. But 15 had to be turned away with nothing. Imagine what that looked like.

“There is so much need out there,” said the Rev. Deb Richardson Moore. “So many people struggling, so many children born into unstable households that are going to perpetuate poverty if we can’t do something to break the cycle.”

Moore said progress was being made but then came the economic downturn.

“It knocked us backward,” she said. “We are seeing so many new people who possibly have never gone anywhere before.”

But amid it all, there are stories of hope.

Like Bobby who spent three years and four months sleeping under bridges and now owns a home and speaks to college students about life on the street. And John who overcame addiction and then spent seven months looking for a job before being placed as a temp in a local business. He has since been hired fulltime and his boss is redesigning Triune’s Web site.

Moore said the gospel sing is the first time the three organizations have come together for a fundraiser.

In the broadest possible terms, the three have similar missions – to help those in need. But each plays its own role.

United Ministries is by far the biggest of the organizations. With 27 paid staffers, the agency supplies emergency assistance, prepares people for jobs, offers adult education and operates the Place of Hope, which provides services for the homeless such as mail, showers and laundry as well as social services.

GAIHN works with local congregations to provide emergency housing and meals to homeless families.

Triune was established about a century ago as a Methodist church. It has since become an independent interdenominational church that offers Sunday worship services as well as a soup kitchen, clothes closet, food pantry, and linen closet.

Moore said for the past several years representatives of Triune, United Ministries and Greenville Mental Health have met every Monday afternoon to share information and offer support for one another.

This is not easy work.

The Upstate Homeless Coalition works to find gaps in services and meet those needs for a 13-county area. Representatives of a host of agencies serve on the board and businesses throughout the area work closely with the organization.

To say poverty – and its cousin homelessness – are bigger problems than any one organization can conquer seems obvious.

But sometimes it seems we don’t act like we know it. Sunday might be a good time to show we understand and appreciate this work the agencies do.

Fifty-thousand quarters represents $12,500 raised so far.

The concert is free, but an offering will be taken. Asked whether people should bring quarters, Moore laughs and says, “Oh, no. We’re hoping they will be putting in extremely large bills and checks.”

Lyn Riddle

On what it means to be a hero

by Lyn Riddle

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Mar
19

There’s nothing fancy about the way Generations Group Homes looks, but it is magical nonetheless.

Boys, abused and victimized by others, arrive at the southern Greenville County facility after committing some sort of sexual act against someone else. It is their second chance. For many the only other choice would have been juvenile jail.

Often they come in shackled, wearing a jumpsuit and carrying a plastic bag with a toothbrush inside. They are 13 to 17 years old.

The boys enter a regimented life of chores and responsibilities and consequences when they fall short. They go to school. They dress up in slacks, shirts and ties for field trips. They sleep in dorms and more often than not cover their twin beds with comforters bearing the name of their favorite sports teams. They have birthday parties, many for the first time. Musical chairs is the No. 1 attraction at the fall festival.

In short, they get to have the sort of lives they should have had before.

And that largely is because the staff at Generations has managed to create something special among co-workers. They’re not just colleagues, but an extended family, caring for as many as 46 boys at a time.

They show respect, one to the other. They care when concerns outside of work bear down. They stand in for one another when necessary.

“We have each other,” said Charlene Jones, the child care services director.

And that’s vital because this is not easy work. It’s messy.

Boys come in angry. They throw desks. They curse. They refuse to participate.

But then the magic happens.

They notice a staff member cares, maybe it’s their counselor, but it might also be the cook. They see the other boys following the rules, getting privileges. They make a connection with an adult, often the first they’ve had in their lives.

With sexual abuse, the problem has little to do with sex and everything to do with power. The boys felt powerless in their victimization and they acted out.

At Generations, they become part of a group, something bigger than themselves, and that basic human need to belong is met.

“Kids will go to any group that accepts them,” said Kathleen Reynolds, the chief executive officer. “That’s why gangs are so prevalent.”

Reynolds founded Generations in 1991 as a tribute to her younger sister who was raped on a date. The trajectory of her sister’s life changed immediately. Reynolds wanted to make sure others had a different choice.

The nature of the program change in 1999 when Reynolds questioned whether they needed to restrain the boys as often as they did. She discovered Cornell University had developed therapeutic crisis intervention, which begins with preventing a conflict from developing in the first place and then offers tools to de-escalate those that do.

“Instead of rule enforcer, we’re teachers,” said Brian Clark, the facility director.

He said they break through the walls the boys have erected to protect themselves through mutual respect, investing in them with sensitivity and by simply being available. That means noticing when someone is having a bad day or a tough time with homework. That means stopping and taking the time to talk.

It is offering a gentle yet firm hand.

And then comes more magic. Once a boy realizes what happened to him is not his fault, that he is a worthy individual, the desire to act out in that way vanishes.

And here’s how they know. They surveyed all the boys who had come through the program in the past five years – about 400. They discovered 98 percent had not had another sexual offense and 92 percent had no offense at all. And they counted traffic tickets as offenses.

In the education building there is a wall of heroes that lists the names of boys who finish the tough program before their sentence is up. It also lists the names of donors.

There should be another list: staff members. Heroes all.

Melissa Blanton

I’ll take that leaf blower, sir

by Melissa Blanton

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Mar
19

I think she may be grounded, for a very long time. She apparently snagged her momma’s 2007 Kia Rondo from an apartment complext. Her momma reported it stolen. Police say the case is unfounded.

Just in time for the NCAA’s March madness someone is now the proud owner of six pairs of Nike Air Jordan shoes. The victim thinks it was a “friend” who entered his apartment and ran off with the goods.

Don’t mess with a landscaper. Someone tried it last week. It didn’t go so well. The incident took place near Augusta Street when a white male pulled up to a work truck – its driver was still sitting in the vehicle- and helped himself to a backpack leaf blower. The blower’s owner hopped out to have a word with the would-be thief and a struggle over the blower ensued. The sticky-fingered man fled the scene. Score one for the landscaper.

Ever wonder what wood pallets are good for? A thief a local tow yard made inventive use of them by using them to climb a fence and steal two radios.

Someone, somewhere is curled up with their TV, DVD, VCR combo grilling something on their stolen grill. The victim of this theft left a door unlocked and is now minus a way to watch movies and prepare supper.

Maurice and Tuggy are thieves and apparently bullies, too. They stole a video gaming system and 10 games from a victim last week. Then they called their victim. And now police know their names. Ahh, the perfect crime.

Melissa Blanton

Well, it’s raining

by Melissa Blanton

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Mar
11

But that’s no reason we can’t cozy up to some stories from Greenville’s finest…criminals:

Brilliant? Not so much. At least not the person who stole copper materials from a heating and air conditioning unit. From a law firm on Stone Avenue. See you in court smartypants.

Just call him hyper-thief. The one who broke into a Mercury SUV at a local hotel and snagged a 12-pack of energy drinks. Should give him plenty of awake time to enjoy the new GPS unit, Ipod, Sony radio and digital camera, which were also stolen from the vehicle.

This thief must have style. Style they have to keep up. Perhaps stare at lovingly from time to time. Why else would they break into a home and steal only a three-foot mirror?

Seriously bad luck. This auto break-in victim had the window of a Taurus broken during a previous incident. The car’s owner taped up the window, but after returning to the parking lot of an area Bi-Lo store last week they found the taped window removed and jewelry and clothing were missing.

This thief is warm, so warm. Thanks to the three coats they got from a Chevy Caprice Classic.

A whole new meaning for “I’ll take that to go please.” A thief sneaked through the side door usually reserved for to-go orders at Outback Steakhouse. They tried the cash register first, but no luck. They settled for a wallet and other items from beneath the counter.

Forget Texas tea. Greenville’s got drillers of a different kind. Ones who go after quarters. With hand drills. Several incidents last week involved thieves breaking into laundry facilities, drilling through the quarter keepers and making away with the coins.

Melissa Blanton

The wonders of peanut butter

by Melissa Blanton

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Mar
5

Sorry, no criminals today.
Actual dogs on this Dog Blog, yes. That I can do.
I have a small black dog with big brown eyes.
Her name is Sophie and she’s been with me for almost three years now.
I like to say I rescued her from the pound. But more days than not it’s she that does the rescuing. And it leads me to believe that a dog who consents to be a person’s friend gives a friendship that’s like no other.
I happened upon this fluffy pup at the Greenville Humane Society.
It was a busy Saturday in the puppy room. Kids and parents were giggling and gasping over tiny brown and white and yellow dogs.
But no one was looking at the larger black dog. The one laying quietly in her cage, perhaps wondering what others had that she didn’t.
But I saw her and lifted the latch of the steel cage door. I picked her up and she laid her little head on my shoulder and I’m almost certain she breathed a sigh of relief.
She does all the usual things that dogs are said to do.
Waits at the window for me. (I think all day she must lie there.)
Sits with me on the couch.
Watches whatever I want to watch on TV.
Appreciates a dollop of peanut butter any time of day.
Thumps her tail when we have our conversations. And we do have them.
Like the time we tried to solve the “who is letting their dog mess in our yard” question. Nothing came of it. Just Sophie’s brown eyes, filled to the top of her brown iris’ with as much confusion as I ever could muster.
For my birthday this year I decided Sophie might like a little brother or sister. Someone small and sweet and well, did I say small?
I know someone who has a miniature pinscher and so I decided upon one.
A Google search led me to the Internet Miniature Pinscher Service (IMPS.)
Luck led me to Dickens.
She had been put in a box and left at a humane society in another part of the state.
She was shy at first. Her chubby and shiny and black body would shake and she usually retreated beneath a blanket or under a bed. (A shyness Sophie simply did not understand. This Sophie who would make friends with a porcupine if nature would allow.)
But it’s been about two months now. She is spending less time under the bed and more time on my lap.
She’s warming up to Sophie. Sophie is learning to wait. And we’re all learning that a little time, a little extra love and a dollop of peanut butter do wonders for all of us.

Lyn Riddle

On friends with a purpose

by Lyn Riddle

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Mar
5

Books brought them together. Breast cancer gave them a cause.

The Whine and Wine Book Club started meeting about three years ago, every third Tuesday of the month. It was as much a time for laughter and socializing as for discussing literature.

Then came the month they read a book by Jill Conner Browne of Sweet Potato Queen Fame, the franchise that offers help for every occasion such as raising children for fun and profit (yes, that is the name of one of her books).

Club member Jessica Traynham had arranged a surprise. She had e-mailed Browne and asked her to call during the meeting. And Browne did.

The women were so taken with the book, the woman, the night, they decided to start a Sweet Potato Queen chapter.

But Traynham and friend Juli Spann were not content to just dress up in big red wigs and costumes that made their you know whats much bigger than normal and march in Christmas parades.

“The fun can only go so far,” Traynham told Spann.

They settled on breast cancer awareness and called themselves the Ta-Ta Queens. Many Sweet Potato Queen chapters, including the original group, raise money for certain causes, but these Upstate ladies took it a step farther. They established a non-profit, the only Sweet Potato Queen chapter in the country to do so.

“We want to make a difference in our community,” Spann said.

They promote early detection and the importance of mammograms. They’ve joined with Race for the Cure and other events focused on breast cancer. They wear pink and have a 14-foot-long pink trailer for parades.

“Those big red wigs do make people notice us,” Spann said. “And that’s the point.”

Last year they staged their first fundraiser. It was at the Upcountry History Museum and about 150 people showed up, all by word of mouth. They made a little more than they spent, Spann said.

This year is a whole ‘nother story.

They are having the event at the Hilton Garden Inn. It’s A Royal Cotillion for Queens and Their Kings. Food, drink, auction, band.

And Browne.

Not only will the original queen attend the April 24 event, but she has waived her $15,000 speaking fee. And she’s bringing one of her crowns to be auctioned.

The reason is the group wants to do more than pass out literature and be big-haired pretty. They want to provide every woman battling breast cancer in the area – from those just diagnosed to those recovering from surgery – with The Royal Treatment Package.

“It will be full of things to make their life easier,” Spann said.

Tailored to individual needs, the package will include coupons, gift cards, housecleaning services, pillows to place under the arm during recuperation, information on where to get wigs or bras. Browne has also given them a number of autographed books to include.

“Humor helps in any situation,” Spann said.

They intend to ask doctors to offer information about the package to patients and their families, who in turn call and request one.

Spann said it is especially gratifying when a cancer patient tells her “You made me laugh.”

Everyone in the Ta-Tas has been touched by breast cancer. One is a survivor. Others have aunts or cousins, mothers or sisters who have battled the disease.

And at every appearance something touching happens.

At one, a woman asked one of the members to go with her to her next appointment.

“She wanted one of us to go hold her hand,” Spann said.

And one of them did.

Melissa Blanton

Well hello there

by Melissa Blanton

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Mar
4

Oh blogs.

Personal rant?  An opportunity to actually listen to that motherly advice from one’s youth: If you don’t have anything nice to say don’t say anything at all.

Or a wise mix of both.

I’m sure I don’t know. But I plan to find out with this, the first of perhaps a few Dog Blog posts.

Today? Criminals, no one ever said you had to be smart to be one…and yes, all that’s listed below happened within the Greenville city limits over the past week or so.

Like the potential car thief probably shouldn’t buy a lottery ticket any time soon. His luck was in short supply when he pried open the door of a Saturn parked in a lot off Grove Road. Too bad the car had actually broken down in the lot.

Someone reported a 2005 Hyundai Sonata stolen from downtown. Turns out someone calling himself the car owner’s friend had actually just moved it to a different location

Church vans – they’re apparently not sacred. One was parked in front of a Missionary Baptist Church and now it’s without a battery…presumably after the thief realized a rock to the steering column wasn’t getting him anywhere.

Folks at one Lowndes Hill Road home may actually be glad for the frigid temps of late. Someone stole the air conditioning unit.

Then there’s the woman who left the Walgreens on Laurens Road, opened the door of her Ford Explorer only to find a strange man sitting there. He thought it was his car he told her. Problem No. 1 with this story: Her car was gold. The car he drove away in – after being shooed out – was gray.

These folks must be building a house. Why else would someone steal a stove, heat pump and the always-handy breaker box?

Keep your friends close. That’s what one crime victim learned last week after a male acquaintance knocked her in the back of the head. He got cigarettes, eyeglasses and some cash. And now a lot of folks know his nickname – Ray-Ray – his neighborhood moniker, now preserved here, and on an incident report for years to come.