Cornell Community Soup

“Cornell Community Soup” is more than just a metaphor for the melting pot of cultures, religions, beliefs and politics we embody. The Village of Cornell is nestled in the eastern boarder of Markham, Ontario, surrounded by sister villages that continue the tradition of service and support throughout the community. I have lived on my block in Cornell for 16 years. Bigger houses with lower prices from the north continue to tempt, yet the warm hug of this community always keeps us home.

In anticipation of another exciting Blue Jay’s post season game, a pot of turkey soup is simmering on our stove. Turkey from the Markham Butcher, and carrots and garlic from Reesor Farm. Both local small business run by families who suffered losses this month. The Markham Butcher and his wife lost their precious baby son earlier this month. An unfathomable tragedy. Reesor Farm was targeted by trespassers and looters on Thanksgiving Monday and yet met this intrusion with statements of empathy and forgiveness directed at the offenders.

In each case, the surrounding community was also struck by the sadness and outrage. In true Cornell fashion, the community wrapped its arms around these families - offering support and by promoting and frequenting their local businesses to prove empathy and kindness are stronger – WE are all stronger together. Our local Social Media groups are clogged with stories of support and kindness towards these community families, and others in need. In such a diverse community, we can all take solace in what we do have in common – a commitment to kindness, as we stand by our neighbours.

Thank you all!!

Proud Cornell Village Resident,

Sheri Gammon Dewling

P.S. in addition to commitment to community support, we shop at these local businesses because the quality is unmatched (she says as she eats Cornell Soup …… YUMMMM)

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