It’s a tradition in our family to invite people who are alone on Thanksgiving to our family feast. The origins of our hospitality go back to when Ken and I were first married…
Ken was a graduate student and we lived in Connecticut at the time. After classes on Wednesday afternoon we packed the car and set off for my grandmother’s house in the Pocono Mountains in Pennsylvania. The rest of my family would gather there the next day for Thanksgiving. It was drizzling rain when we left Connecticut but we didn’t think to check the weather report. We didn’t even think to bring boots or gloves or warm coats.
By the time we reached the mountains in New York State, night had fallen and it was snowing very hard. The roads were a slippery mess and clogged with travelers. On one particularly steep stretch, cars were getting stuck halfway up the hill and blocking the road, so in the spirit of the season, everyone helped push each other’s cars up the slope. Our car was a cinch to push—a small, two-seater convertible sports car. Did I mention that we had our temperamental Siamese cat with us? She did not appreciate the excitement and howled and yowled in protest as only a Siamese can.
At this point, we were much closer to my parents’ house in New York State than to Grandma’s, and we could have detoured there for the night—we didn’t. After our boost up the hill we drove on, heedless of the snow and all the mountains ahead. We crossed into Pennsylvania near midnight and discovered that the state police had closed the road. The little border town had one small hotel, so we decided to get a room for the night. We arrived at the front desk at the same time as another couple our age.
“I don’t know who was here first,” the clerk said, “but we only have one room left with two single beds.” We decided to share the room with these strangers. The bathroom was down the hall and shared with everyone else on our floor. Not exactly five-star.
As we retrieved our luggage, the other husband said, “By the way, I hope you don’t mind but we have our cat with us.” Umm…so did we. The growling and hissing lasted all night as we tried to sleep squeezed together on our cot. We were lucky to have a bed at all. By morning, the hotel lobby was crammed with stranded Thanksgiving travelers.
Around noon, the snowplow came through and the road re-opened. We set off again, even though it was still snowing hard. We made it up a few more mountains before the road became impassable and cars got stuck again. Everything came to a halt in the middle of nowhere. We sat in a line of stranded cars in the Pennsylvania woods for the remainder of the day—Thanksgiving Day—watching the snow pile deeper and deeper. If Ken hadn’t gotten out of our car from time to time and shoveled snow away from our doors (with no hat or gloves or boots), our tiny sports car would have been buried. We ran the heater sparingly, worried about our gasoline supply. Our Siamese shivered and yowled.
Then, as the sun began to set once again, angels appeared! There were very few houses along this stretch of two-lane road, but one nearby family saw the line of stranded cars—there must have been twenty of us—and invited all of us (and our pets) inside their small home. With strangers crowded into every square inch of space, they not only shared their Thanksgiving dinner with us, they even thawed out food from their freezer until everyone was fed. Then, these kind, generous people allowed us to bed down for the night in their blessedly-warm home. The floors in every room were jammed with strangers. Their dog even shared his food with our cat, who finally settled down, grateful to be inside.
The snow stopped during the night. The sun came out the next morning and the snowplow came through, clearing the road to Grandma’s house. We helped each other dig out our cars then said goodbye to our wonderful, gracious hosts. Scripture says, “Do not forget to entertain strangers, for by doing so some people have entertained angels without knowing it” (Hebrews 13:2). But I believe the angels hosted us that day.
Grandma had a 25 pound turkey with all the trimmings waiting, and since my family hadn’t driven in the snowstorm, Ken and I and the cat had the meal all to ourselves. For the rest of her life, our Siamese craved turkey.
We tell this story to our children every Thanksgiving, emphasizing the three valuable lessons their foolish young parents learned: (1) Always watch the weather report. (2) Always have warm clothing and an emergency kit in your car. (3) And always remember, it’s a joy and a blessing to extend hospitality at Thanksgiving, especially to strangers.
Have a wonderful holiday!
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Amen! What a beautiful tradition! As I’m British, I’ve never celebrated Thanksgiving (I also live in Europe), but our family always try to invite lonelier people around Christmas, to sing Carols. It’s such a simple act; but I’m sure they really appreciate it. I know I would, if I were them. 🙂
Have a very happy Thanksgiving! (Also, Thank you for writing books – I LOVE THEM SO MUCH. I re-read them tirelessly. :-D)
~ Naomi
Thanks, Naomi. It is always a blessing to invite lonely strangers into our homes, isn’t it? Have a wonderful holiday season.
What a wonderful example, Lynn! We moved to Georgia 25 years ago and have only one son who lives here. We get together with another family who has no family close for holidays, always inviting a few other “orphans”. It makes for a grand time.
Happiness (and food!) are always better when we share them, right?
I enjoyed this story so much!!! I can imagine what a misadventure it was! But what an amazing feeling to be invited into some kind stranger’s house for the night. And what a wonderful lesson it is! Thank you for sharing this!
Happy Thanksgiving! 🙂
Yes, misadventure is right! It made for a memorable Thanksgiving–and gave us valuable wisdom, too.
This is a wonderful story, Lynn, and so appropriate for Thanksgiving. Thank you for sharing.
Have a blessed holiday, Gabrielle.
How I love this story! What a beautiful picture of what Thanksgiving should be.
Thanks, Becky. I hope your holiday is filled with laughter and joy.
What a great experience! Thanks for sharing!
Have a blessed holiday, Joan.
I absolutely love this story. You were both braver than I. I would have turned around and gone home. Were you driving an MG? And to think you did it all without a cell phone.
LOL. We weren’t brave, we were young and foolish! The car was a Triumph Spitfire–about the size of an MG. And yes, a cell phone would have been a HUGE help!
Wow – what a story!
We retell it every Thanksgiving.
What a wonderful, timeless story to tell your kids! I could just see it all playing out! (You just might have a career as a writer someday, Lynn! 😉 ) Thanks so much for sharing this!
Yes, but if I put this story in a novel, readers would never believe someone would be that foolish!
O, I love this! What a great tradition. This is what Thanksgiving is all about! Thanks for sharing!
I hope our children (who DO watch the weather reports) continue the tradition of hospitality.
Wow, what a wonderful Thanksgiving story, Lynn!
I’m so sorry you, your husband, and your cat experienced the cold and other inconveniences, but what a blessing to be “rescued” by those kind folks.
This is another example of God using His people to be angels here on earth. 🙂
That’s for sure! Imagine if we were all as kind as those hospitable people were!
WOW!
Lynn,
I loved your Thanksgiving story. What a blessing to read it. What a blessing it is to share with other folks you have just met by the grace of God and with the help of angels. Have a blessed Thanksgiving and thank you for inspiring a new tradition in our family.
Carol
What an amazing story! Praise the Lord for the kindness of anyone, but especially strangers. How wonderful of them to open their home like that.
I bet you never pushed through in snow again! 😉