Some blogger I am! How long has it been?
The Athens Farmers Market has become a part time job for me. It pays no money, but it pays huge dividends in new friendships, tons of good will flowing in all directions, gratification, and good fun. It is also a source of new life lessons, which seem to come more frequently as I get older. (Don't ask!)
Today, a beautiful, rainy Saturday morning at AFM, was no exception. The hard work of our smiling, laughing, damp volunteers is better than a cup of coffee and sunshine to brighten the spirits and give meaning to the moment. The men and women of "Promoting Local Agriculture and Cultural Experience" (
PLACE) are the fuel that makes all the planning and hoping become a realization.
I originally started this blog with the idea of relating you readers how the AFM came to be. I hesitated, because it seemed like I was missing a huge piece of the story. In fact, I was missing most of the story.
I have gotten to know Craig Page, the director of this gang of dedicated, energetic, principled, beautiful people. Craig has attracted a powerful force for this community. PLACE celebrated its first birthday two weekends ago, and to see what they have accomplished, you would think they had been at it for many years.
I once asked Craig what made him work so hard on such things. In the thoughful manner that IS Craig, he hesitated for a moment and responded that "I don't want to every be a hypocrate. When I believe that something needs to be done or to change, I work at making it happen." Obviously, Craig has attracted a group who believe the same way.
I don't know the whole story, but I do know that Craig set a goal of facilitating the creation of a market that would bring local farmers who use "naturally grown" farming techniques, local artisans, and the community together for their mutual good. He contacted the Chamber of Commerce and found that a study had been recently completed that concluded that a medium sized farmers market was a viable business concept in Athens.
In August, 2007, Craig used contacts at
Locally Grown to gather a group of local growers of righteous food at the Full Moon Farm. I was fortunate enough to be invited, because I had been on the Locally Grown farm tour that summer. Beneath the shade of oak trees, we were served by the chef and cooks of the yet-to-open
National Restaurant. What a fantastic meal it was!
Craig then presented the concept to the twenty or so folks there. To say that his idea was met with great enthusiasm and energy would be a very serious overstatement, I must say. I went away thinking that I had just had one of the best meals I had ever eaten followed by an underwhelming reception to a great idea.
Craig did not give up. He held a series of meetings at the UGA Ag Extension Service on Atlanta Highway with a couple of county commissioners, Doc Eldridge from the Chamber of Commerce, movers and shakers at UGA, and others. There still was no visible movement toward fulfillment of the idea.
Then in February 2008 Craig called a few of the farmers back together and suddenly the room was filled with energy and support of the idea.
The group set an opening date of the first Saturday in May 2008. (Frankly, I was skeptical.)
This is where Amanda Tedrow, a Director in the Extension Service, caught fire. Amanda and Craig laid out a plan, booked Bishop Park and things started happening. There were five farmers who sensed the commitment and the energy of Craig, Amanda and a small army of volunteers and got completely behind the idea. They paid their membership dues. The corporate documents were filed. A bank account was opened. Sponsors were recruited. A web site full of important information and soliciting farmers and artists was up and running, and the membership applications started pouring in.
Opening day, May 17, was only a bit chaotic, but volunteers arrived at 6:30, the tents went up, the farmers came with produce, artists came with beautiful stuff. We did not even have time that beautiful Saturday morning to wonder if customers would come. By 8AM opening time, dozens of people were standing in line for produce, coffee, fresh bread, wonderful objects of art, handmade soap, and a GOOD TIME. By 9:30AM, the last clove of garlic was gone. The bread was gone by 10AM. By 11AM we had counted 3600 patrons!
Since that day, only five weeks ago, AFM has doubled in the number of farmers and vendors offering the fruits (and vegetables) of their labors, and the patrons number between 950 and 1600 every Saturday.
Well, that's the Cliff's Notes, friends. I hope that I have conveyed the level of excitement and commitment that continues to be nurtured and grows in the band of local crusaders for local food, local crafts and local people.
The story has just begun.
(Now, if I could only get some of those trees cut down, power to my new well, and...)