Thanksgiving Memories – A Visit to Small Town Minnesota


As a baby boomer, I have seen many Thanksgivings come and go. This is one of the more positive ones of them that I remember fondly.

Back in my 30’s I was engaged to a man who in his extended family, had a sister that I had met. This sister moved alone to Minnesota. She had a very strong faith. At the time I was dealing with thoughts and feelings to break off my engagement. She was going to come back to Missouri for the Thanksgiving Holiday and asked me to fly up to visit her and she would drive us back to Missouri.

I bought a plane ticket and off I went on another journey of life. It was wonderful! I had never been to that part of the United States and found the people and country side there so peaceful and serene.

Her home was so warm and filled with country charm. As you entered the door of her little modest house, there was a little cubby-hole with slip on slippers in it. I asked, “What is this?” She let me know about the winter seasons in Minnesota. People were used to the snow storms and when they visited a home this was a place to take off their boots to dry. Little clean slippers were there for guest to wear while their boots dried.

Later I attended a church function with her. Again this was another heartwarming experience. Also the church had the little cubby for the boots. The people were so warm and friendly. It was a perfect picture of small town love. The minister, who had a beautiful Canadian accent, smiled at his church family and said,” Ahh, what a beautiful Thanksgiving this is. I just saw the first deer tracks in the snow out on the parking lot. Ahhh, what a beautiful winter this is going to be.”

I had so much to learn from these people who lived so humbly and shared so simply. Some of them looked at me like I was a rock star coming from the Big city and that I was not. They shared with me so much but treated me with total respect and gave freely of their love.

When it was time to get in the car and return to the city life, I had an inner peace that words cannot describe. I did not want to leave those folks and their way of life but I had to return home. I will never forget this experience of truth and caring values that those folks gave to from their heart. Through them the spirit spoke to me.

I returned home. I broke off the engagement. It was not meant to be. My heart was at peace with the decision. I will always be grateful for the experience of being with the people in Minnesota in that small town and sharing the meaning in their way of what Real, Honest, Heartfelt Love is ALL about! Today I share my story so that it may touch your heart with a smile.

By Ann Hearn
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