The People Who Keep This Town Going
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Updated: 2 days ago
Coffee Row was buzzing that morning—the usual gathering spot where news travels faster than the percolator—and today the talk had turned to the people who keep Gull Lake running: the volunteers.
Edna finally broke the ice, flipping open her For Posterity notebook.
“I’ve been tallying things up,” she said. “Do you know how many volunteer hours this town puts in every year?”
Earl leaned back in his chair, already grinning. “Enough to qualify us for the Olympics?”
“Enough,” Edna replied, “that if we paid everyone minimum wage, the town would be broke by Tuesday.”
Mabel poured coffee with her usual calm, the kind that settles a room. “Volunteers are the reason the Rec Complex opens on time, the ball diamonds get dragged, the curling rink stays spotless, and the theatre lights come on. And that’s before we even get to the Kinettes and the Seniors—those folks could run a small country.”
The Curling Club Twins nodded in stereo, as if they’d rehearsed it.
“We’ve got keys to the rink.”
“And the hall.”
“And the storage shed behind the hall.”
“And we’re pretty sure Earl has the key to the popcorn machine.”
Earl raised his hands in mock surrender. “I earned that key. Through service. And one minor fire.”
Rita arrived with a tray of muffins shaped like tiny hearts, setting them down like an offering.
“These are for everyone who gives their time,” she said. “The coaches, the board members, the fundraisers, the folks who shovel sidewalks before anyone else is awake. The ones who run events, organize meals, help neighbours, and show up whenever something needs doing. And the theater volunteers—they've kept that place alive longer than most of us have been around.”
Hank folded his paper and nodded, the way he does when he’s about to say something simple and true.
“People think small towns run on taxes,” he said. “But they run on volunteers. Always have. Always will.”
Edna tapped her notebook again, softer this time. “I’ve got names in here going back decades. People who painted walls, fixed wiring, dragged diamonds, prepped ice, popped popcorn, ran raffles, coached teams, cleaned kitchens, delivered meals, organized tournaments, and unlocked doors. Some never wanted recognition. Some never got it. But they kept showing up.”
Mabel smiled, the kind of smile that carries a whole town’s history. “That’s the thing about Gull Lake. We don’t wait for someone else to do it. We do it ourselves.”
The door opened, and Binder stepped in, brushing snow from his coat. He took one look at the table—the muffins, the notebook, Earl’s wounded pride—and understood the mood instantly.
“You know,” he said, “this town stands strong because people show up for each other—at the Rec Complex, the ball diamonds, the curling rink, the theatre, the Kinettes, the Seniors, and all the folks who pitch in wherever they’re needed. Volunteers are the backbone of Gull Lake, and we always stand together.”
Earl raised his mug. “I’ll drink to that. And to volunteers. Especially the ones who let me keep my keys.”
And as the laughter settled, Coffee Row didn’t need Edna’s tally to know the truth: this town keeps going because its people keep showing up.
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