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Service Opportunity

(To both of my blog readers:)
Feeling the spirit of the season? Need somewhere to give?

Remember setting up your first home or apartment and all those things you went to your "Old Mother Hubbard" cupboards for?

My sister-in-law, Rebekah, and her family are collecting items for "Apartment Start-Up Kits" for a United Way organization to give out to needy families during the coming year. Items can be gently used.

Needed:
dish clothes and towels
cooking utensils
pots and pans
vacuums
brooms
mops
buckets
sponges
cleaning products
sugar
flour
spices

If you would like to donate anything before January 4th, let me know and I'll help get it to her.
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Bekah said…
Thanks for the plug, Andrea!!
December 19, 2009 at 1:04 PM
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