Mission Statement

Our mission is to warm those in need through knitting, crocheting, looming and quilting. Our NEW hand made items provide hope to those living outdoors and those in temporary shelters. We provide for Men, Women, and Children in Central Ohio all year long. Specific details available by clicking item specific tabs, or the Who we Help Tab. If you have further questions, please contact me via the contact form. ALL DONATIONS MUST INCLUDE A NOTE WITH AN EMAIL ADDRESS.



Goal: 36
Start: #19
Current: 20

Thursday, June 28, 2018

The Lost Scarf Picture is Found

YIPPEE!!  Two posts ago I mentioned that the picture showing Sandra R's scarves had been lost.  It's since been found.  Somehow when transferring from phone to computer this picture ended up in the wrong file folder.  How two pictures taken the same day and transferred the same day, at the same time could end up in two different folders......I am clueless.  I have always transferred to my Yarn/Bridge folder and somehow this ended up in a totally unrelated folder.

The Good is now you all get to see what I saw, how nice Sandra's scarves all.  Nice, thick, warm and colorful.  AND...did you notice the two tone brown scarf?  She's again used that method first introduced to us by Karen S. Doubled Ended Crochet.  Click for the post with u-tube video describing this method of crocheting known by so many names. You might have heard of Cro-hooking, Crochenit...or Reversible Tunisian. 

So am thrilled the picture's been found and I can share the picture with you.  Sandra's has been a long time, generous supporter here on Bridge and Beyond.  Thank you Sandra and please keep up the good work.  You make a difference.

**The counts on our progress bars are current. All donations regardless of size and number are valued. All donations are appreciated. The Power of One is awesome, and when we work together The Power of One becomes The Power of Many.

Monday, June 25, 2018

Blogging in Alphabetical Order, Q=Queue, Qualify, & Quality

This graphic, picture has nothing to do with today's blog post, just a little funny I thought I'd share with you all.  Spotted it awhile back on Facebook.

Did you notice the numbers with our afghan goal?  We have officially now pasted the half way mark with our donations!  I'm thrilled to see that and hope we more than meet the goal as it's lower than some of our years.  

I'm currently over half way on an afghan I'm knitting.  Are you working on one?

Today's letter is Q in our blogging in Alphabetical Order.  Q, is never an easy letter.  The last two times through the alphabet, I blogged using the word quilt.  But, today I've chosen Queue, Quality, and Qualify as words that start with the letter Q.

Below is our Queue...of blogs while blogging in alphabetical Order this time round.  If you've not read any of these blog posts; please do take time.  And the only way we know you've visited is to leave a comment.  (hint hint, wink wink).

3rd List Blogging in Alphabetical Order.
A=afghans Resurecting Learning Logs.
B=Barnacle Bill and Blogging in Alphabetical Order
C=A Cocoon of Yarn, Blogging in Alphabetical Order
D=Blogging in Alphabetical Order, D=Dog & Homeless
E=Ends, Blogging Alphabetically
F=FEAR, Fibers, and Fun Colors Matter
G=Donald Gould, Homeless in Sarasota, Florida
H=Hard Life, Hovel, Homeless & More, So Sad
I=Blogging in Alphabetical Order, Illness in Homeless
J= New Afghan Needs name, Blogging in Alphabetic Order, Jobless & Judgement
K=Kindness, Giving Away Kindness and blogging in Alphabetical Order
L= Love, Loitering and the Law
M=Assembling Mountain Meadow
N=Nameless Afghan, Blogging in Alphabetical Order
O=Being Homeless, An Outcast causes Outrage, or Does it?
P=Homeless Man's Belongings and Pollution, Blogging in Alphabetical Order

Quality.  I believe we improve the quality of someone's day when we gift them a warm hat, or scarf, or beautiful afghan.  If I didn't believe that, I wouldn't be continuing with Bridge and Beyond.  I believe you all think the same or you wouldn't spend your valuable time and tremendous skills to knit and crochet for Bridge and Beyond.

Qualify.  One of the problems Homeless people face is knowing what help they might quality for.  Knowing where to go, whom to talk to in order to find out what they might qualify for.  There are out reach programs that carry note cards with names, phone numbers, and addresses of help programs to give to homeless people they encountered to help them in the process.  Sometimes they also provide transportion or bus passes to help those in need.  Think about that, if you needed help tomorrow.....do you know how to find out what you might quality for?  Sadly, a large number of people really don't.  So think about that and add being hungry, sleep deprived and or fearful to the mix.  These are just of what homeless people deal with on a daily basis.

**The counts on our progress bars are current. All donations regardless of size and number are valued. All donations are appreciated. The Power of One is awesome, and when we work together The Power of One becomes The Power of Many.

Saturday, June 16, 2018

Knitted Log Cabin Afghan Donated

GORGEOUS!!!  I love this style afghan.  It's the log cabin style.  Our good friend Sandra R has knitted several in this style for us before.  And they are always so wonderfullly done.  These colors are so nice together.  I really love the look of this one and know it will be thrilling to whomever receives this.  It's perfect in size and colors to work for men, women, and or a family!

Sandra also included 5 scarves, but sadly something happened to the picture, so I can't share them with you.  I know there were 5 based on her note and mine here by the computer, but the picture.........no clue what happened to it.  I can't retake the photo, because things have already been delivered.

With my broken foot it had been longer than I like since making rounds.  So hubby loaded up his car (explorer holds more than my car), and took me the other day during his lunch break.  I am now able to move around better, but am still limited and carrying back and forth and trying to walk while carrying  aren't things I'm able to do well, just yet.

As always Sandra, many many thanks for your generosity and your ongoing support of Bridge and Beyond and Ohio's Homeless in Need.

**The counts on our progress bars are current. All donations regardless of size and number are valued. All donations are appreciated. The Power of One is awesome, and when we work together The Power of One becomes The Power of Many.

Wednesday, June 13, 2018

Homeless Man's Belongings and Pollution, Blogging in Alphabetical Order

Today's letter in our blogging in alphabetical order is P.  I focused on Pollution.  When I viewed this video, that's what first came to mind.  This jogger, initially named #Jogger Joe and later identified as Henry William Sintay is polluting.  Does he actually think he's helping clean up trash...or what he thinks is trash by throwing it in Lake Merritt in Oakland California?

  • Yes, some of the stuff, the personal belongings of a homeless man may appear to be trash to walkers, runners etc that frequent the area; but how does breaking the bottles and spreading them about help?
  • How does stealing personal belongings that aren't yours help?
  • How does polluting The Lake seem like a good idea?
  • How can things like this be fixed?   Are there not enough trash cans around for the homeless man to put his actual trash in?
  • What a cruel and thoughtless thing for this #joggerJoe, #HenryWilliamSintay to do.  I'm glad he was arrested and put in jail and fined.
  • Doing a google search produces several articles and other video's.  Apparently This Henry William Sintay arrest is for first degree robbery, he's also assaulted someone, tried to steal a cell phone.  Thus the large bail at $100,000.00.
  • In one clip he says he's cleaning up trash and pretends not to know it's a homeless person's belongings........in another clip he says the man has taken up permanent residence in this area.  So clearly he knew it was just "trash".
  • Homeless person is Greg Markson known to people in the area as a peaceful homeless man who goes by the name of Drew (which I saw spelled a few different ways in my google search of articles).
  • JJ Harris is the person who did the filming.
  • When Greg Markson returned to what had been his tidy camp (according to those who interacted with him on a regular basis), he stuff had been destroyed.  Locals brought him fresh blankets to help him through the weekend.
**This is the same park where a White Woman recently called the police on Black picnickers who were grilling out.  You might remember his video went viral.  Speculation is, this White JoggerJoe, Henry William Sintay is yet another racist incident, as the homeless man who's camp was destroyed is a Black Man.

**The counts on our progress bars are current. All donations regardless of size and number are valued. All donations are appreciated. The Power of One is awesome, and when we work together The Power of One becomes The Power of Many.

Sunday, June 10, 2018

Being Homeless, An Outcast Causes Outrage...Or Does It?

Blogging in alphabetical order and today's letter is O.  Two words came to mind.  Outrage and Outcast.

Being Homeless is a horrible, National problem; but are we truly outraged?  Does our government share the outrage?  If we as a nations were truly outraged, could we solve the problem?  I wonder.  I have no answers, but I wonder.
Almost everyone has felt some form being an outcast at some point in their lives.  Maybe in the neighborhood, maybe at school, maybe at work.  Where you didn't fit it, you didn't belong.  Or felt you didn't belong.  You were an outcast.  Not a good feeling for anyone.  Take that feeling and multiple it by being homeless, by not knowing when you might eat next.  Or not knowing where you might sleep or if you were going to get relief from the cold, or the heat, or the rain, or the wind, or the snow or the sleet and ice.  Take that feeling and multiple it by not knowing if you were safe?

This article, while not recent described some of these feelings of being an outcast.

My stomach was growling, and I felt faint from the heat of the sun. A plate of any type of food and a drop of water would have been a great treat, but what I really wanted was a smile or a friendly greeting from one of the clean, normal people. Instead, they gave me stares and frowns, which hurt more than the thought of having no food or money. It was as if I were a leper, who had broken the rules by daring to be seen in public.
Sleeping on the streets, in gutters, under bus shelters, on the cold steps of a courthouse or under a tree is a terrible way to live. But one of the biggest tragedies of not having a home is that the homeless are treated like outcasts, as if they are no longer human beings.
I realized this truth first hand when I walked the streets of downtown Miami posing as a homeless woman.
I was not dirty. I know that I did not smell badly because I had put on deodorant and brushed my teeth. But my hair was wild and knotted. I used my fingers to comb my hair. I wore a shirt with holes, stains and sleeves uneven in length. My shorts also had holes, and reached below my knees. They were pants before I cut them. My toenails were half-painted and looked as if I clipped them with my teeth.
I was unkempt enough to fit the image of a homeless person, which was reason for the "normal" people to look at me as if my existence was a disgrace to the human race. Women stared at me with the same indifference as men. I had wrongly thought that they would show pity since we were of the same gender.
Maybe, more people would sympathize with the homeless if they realized how close they could be to sleeping under a bus shelter or on the cold, concrete steps of a courthouse.
Statistics show that about 700,000 people in the United States have no place to rest their heads at night. Over the next twelve months it is estimated that 3.5 million people will experience homelessness in our country. Even more chilling, these numbers only account for people in shelters and other organizations, or ones who can be easily found on the streets. There are many others who are barely surviving in temporary housing arrangements. They are not included in the statistics.
I soon realized that homeless people have to find something in common with each other. They cannot survive on the hope that a passerby will feel sympathy and offer them a helping hand. Many people do not socialize with the homeless and blame them for being in an unfortunate situation. Too often, people think that addiction to alcohol, gambling or some other vice is the reason that a person is on the streets or in a shelter. The fact is that there are many other causes of homelessness.
Poverty remains the largest contributor to homelessness, although domestic violence, family disputes and unemployment are other reasons that a person can end up begging on the streets. Often, homeless persons become addicted to drugs or alcohol once they find themselves on the street. They start to lose hope that they their lives will ever go back to normal. Drugs and alcohol are useful for dulling pain and making harsh realities seem less dim.
It is important for a person on the street to find something beneficial to pass the time. Ivon Peterkin, who has been living on the streets for some months now, explained that he reads books to keep his mind off his unfortunate situation. "It`s easy to go crazy out here," he said. "Little by little, you start to lose some of your senses unless you do something."
I knew what he was talking about. I remember sitting on the floor at the Government Center with my back against a pole for only an hour when I started to feel desperate and hopeless. I wanted to cry. I stopped myself several times from begging the people passing by to help me. Help from what? I still cannot describe what I wanted. Then something amazing happened.
Ivon, a forty-seven year-old man who I had never met, approached me. Immediately, I felt immense relief. "When she is finished, they give out food," he said referring to a woman who was preaching in Spanish some distance away. Even though I was at first scared to speak to him, his kindness and obvious yearning for companionship compelled me to respond. "Ok." I would have said more except that my tongue seemed to be stuck. That was my first word in over an hour.
He used the payphone next to me. Then he told me that I had to get a number to get food. Without meaning to, I got up and followed him to one of the park benches. "I`m Ivon," he said. I complimented him on his name because it was the only nice thing that came to mind.
Right away, Ivon wanted to serve as my protector. He kept telling me that I was attractive and that men often take advantage of women who look like me. Only then did I begin thinking about how hard it must be for women on the streets.
On top of having no place to live, homeless women have to deal with stereotypes associated with their gender. Women are seen as weak and easy prey. Tragically, they sometimes find themselves working as pr*stitutes, either for a pimp or freelance.
"Men will offer to take care of you, and then they use you," Ivon said. "I ain`t like that."
It was hard for me to trust him, but I needed the conversation. Besides, he encouraged me.
"No matter what you are facing, don`t give up," he said. "Always know that you are worth something."
Ivon got three numbers from the lady who was passing them out. He eventually gave the extra one to someone without a number. Incredibly, four people tried to snatch the paper from him, but only one was victorious. It reminded me of a bride throwing a bouquet.
I had to wait for them to call number 63 before I could get my food. When the lady handed me the plate, I felt ashamed, embarrassed. I wondered if she thought that I was inferior to her; I wanted to run to my car and go home. But before I knew it, I received my food: a soda and a little container with vanilla pudding. I did not have to look at the woman anymore. The feeling of shame receded.
Ivon suggested that we walk a few blocks to Bayside. When we arrived at our destination, Ivon told me he desperately had to use the bathroom. He began to take something from his waist that he wanted to leave with me. I thought it was a phone; it was a knife. "You never know when you have to use this," he said.
I ate alone. It took all my strength to eat the food, which consisted of tomato sauce, sliced hotdogs, rice and bread. It felt dirty. To make matters worse, I was afraid to have my head down for longer than a few seconds. Ivon scared me by implying that in broad daylight someone might try to attack me.
After about twenty minutes, Ivon came back. He suggested that we move nearer to the Miami River where it was cooler. I carried the sheet that we were using as a picnic blanket, as well as the plastic bag with my food. We settled down under the shade of some coconut trees. He pointed out some police officers who were blocking off an area where the homeless used to sleep.
"I guess they didn`t want us next to the hotel. You can`t have people looking out of their windows and seeing us," he said.
Ivon is right. Every society tries to hide its homeless population. These unfortunate souls are banned from one place after another, until they all have to hang out in the same spot away from the tourists and residents. Subtle changes to public benches, like partitions, discourage them from sleeping in certain places.
Ivon started to take some things out of his bag. He had his whole life stuffed in there " clothes, toiletries, books, pills and food. This was amazing, for I had a similar bag in school and could barely carry all my books.
I felt angry that people had to live like this and could not handle being around Ivon, or any other homeless person anymore. I was depressed because I was powerless to help them. I told Ivon that I wanted to return to the Government Center and even thought about an excuse to get him to leave me alone. I did not want him to discover that I was not truly homeless. Gratefully, he told me that he was going back to Bayside and I was relieved of that burden.
As I drove up the ramp to I-95, I began to realize that I was going home to my shower, my refrigerator, my job and my bed. I felt human again.
This feature was published in The Local Buzz Magazine on October 31, 2005.

Link for this article is HERE
**The counts on our progress bars are current. All donations regardless of size and number are valued. All donations are appreciated. The Power of One is awesome, and when we work together The Power of One becomes The Power of Many.

Tuesday, June 5, 2018

Blogging in Alphabetical Order, Nameless Afghans

Reviewing some of the ghans that have been designed and laid aside to be assembled and came across several without names.  As today is N in our blogging in alphabetical order, thought I'd share them with you to see if we could come up with some names for these no named afghans.

I shared this one some time back and thought I'd name it Rolling Hills, but looking at it again...I'm just not sure.  Other thoughts for a name for this one?

Or this one?  These last 2 are more of the stripes someone intended to be scarves, but are too short to be scarves, but putting them together can make an afghan.  Both of these will be quite narrow and need some addition to the sides, but then I think will work.  Just don't names for them and am hoping you all might have some ideas.  I'll continue thinking as well.

The first one is squares.  They're not all the same size, but are pretty close so am hopeful not too much will need to be done to make them all fit together.

**The counts on our progress bars are current. All donations regardless of size and number are valued. All donations are appreciated. The Power of One is awesome, and when we work together The Power of One becomes The Power of Many.


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Where are You and Your Yarn From?

I'm trying to identify where everyone is from, partially for fun. Take a look at the map. Also, believe it will aid me in cases where we have several people with the same name. Please look at the lists of bloggers and non bloggers and see if I have the state you hail from. If not, please leave a comment and let me know.

Additionally, we've had help from Scotland, England, Germany Puerto Rico, Canada, and France! They don't appear on the map, but their help is still greatly appreciated.

Where The People Who Donate Come From, is your state represented?