A Thanksgiving Story
A Thanksgiving Story
The young couple had moved to a large city for his job opportunity. Friends and family were left behind along with the familiarity of hometown memories. Old jobs, home, and everyday landmarks were miles away while dreams of success were still in the future as the couple gazed at each other in their new but still strange apartment.
Money was tight as the move had depleted their bank account. The new job, while an excellent opportunity, did not start for another week. Friends, well, there were no friends that Hank and Marion could find. Loneliness was a constant companion as each fought to stay positive for the other.
The moving process had brought many curious faces, but no offers of help. The faces, while pleasant looking were lined and frankly…old. Hank was used to 20 and 30 somethings as his neighbors. Touch football games were common as were spur of the moment potluck dinners.
Hank missed the companionship of friendly neighbors. Perhaps it had been a mistake to move. Maybe he had been a little too pushy in urging Marion to pack up and leave their home. Was this really the right thing to do? Should we repack and return home?
No, that was not possible, the bank was dry and they were stuck.
The dreams, the hopes… all dried up. Now Hank and Marion just stared at each other as tears welled up in Marion’s eyes. Hank moved to hold and comfort his wife with words that just were not present.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the front door. Looking at each other with shock, Marion mouthed both of their thoughts, “who in the world could that be?”
Marion turned on the front light as Hank gazed through the peephole. Was he losing his mind? No one was on the porch, in fact not a person was in sight. Hank opened the door and again…saw no one.
In addition to having no friends, he now had neighbors who played pranks, or so he thought. Upon looking down, he saw a large brown basket with a bright red cloth covering the top of it. Marion joined her husband in starring at the basket. There was no note or identification on the basket, but suddenly, the smell of fresh bread encircled the couple. With one motion, both reached down and lifted the basket, moving it onto a nearby chair just inside the door.
The warm and fragrant bread smell filled their tiny apartment. With confused thoughts, Marion lifted the cloth to find a hand written note laying on top of a freshly baked loaf of bread. The note read simply, “Welcome neighbors.”
(This is the beginning of a hoped for longer work, stay tuned)
The young couple had moved to a large city for his job opportunity. Friends and family were left behind along with the familiarity of hometown memories. Old jobs, home, and everyday landmarks were miles away while dreams of success were still in the future as the couple gazed at each other in their new but still strange apartment.
Money was tight as the move had depleted their bank account. The new job, while an excellent opportunity, did not start for another week. Friends, well, there were no friends that Hank and Marion could find. Loneliness was a constant companion as each fought to stay positive for the other.
The moving process had brought many curious faces, but no offers of help. The faces, while pleasant looking were lined and frankly…old. Hank was used to 20 and 30 somethings as his neighbors. Touch football games were common as were spur of the moment potluck dinners.
Hank missed the companionship of friendly neighbors. Perhaps it had been a mistake to move. Maybe he had been a little too pushy in urging Marion to pack up and leave their home. Was this really the right thing to do? Should we repack and return home?
No, that was not possible, the bank was dry and they were stuck.
The dreams, the hopes… all dried up. Now Hank and Marion just stared at each other as tears welled up in Marion’s eyes. Hank moved to hold and comfort his wife with words that just were not present.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the front door. Looking at each other with shock, Marion mouthed both of their thoughts, “who in the world could that be?”
Marion turned on the front light as Hank gazed through the peephole. Was he losing his mind? No one was on the porch, in fact not a person was in sight. Hank opened the door and again…saw no one.
In addition to having no friends, he now had neighbors who played pranks, or so he thought. Upon looking down, he saw a large brown basket with a bright red cloth covering the top of it. Marion joined her husband in starring at the basket. There was no note or identification on the basket, but suddenly, the smell of fresh bread encircled the couple. With one motion, both reached down and lifted the basket, moving it onto a nearby chair just inside the door.
The warm and fragrant bread smell filled their tiny apartment. With confused thoughts, Marion lifted the cloth to find a hand written note laying on top of a freshly baked loaf of bread. The note read simply, “Welcome neighbors.”
(This is the beginning of a hoped for longer work, stay tuned)
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