There are lots of reasons to take a drive to Brattleboro, Vt. on an oddly warm and beautiful November day. Brattleboro is a charismatic throwback to another time, people know one another, speak to one another, seem to always be willing to talk to a stranger and brighten one another’s day. Maria and I were restless today, we are both trying to figure out the holidays and make some new memories. I think it is special because so many people there practice little acts of love.
Plus there are great thrift stores for my wife to browse, and some restaurants where we love to eat. We are thinking of spending Christmas there.
So we got up today and decide to take a drive there. Maria wanted to buy me a scarf for Christmas, and I need some new underwear and suspenders – I buy all of my clothes at Sam’s cavernous clothing store on the main drag. Black Friday was in full force in Brattleboro, the small town was packed with people shopping and walking around.
Maria found the scarf for me – it is pretty stylish, and i found a woven bracelet for her. I got my suspenders and a neat sweater, if it ever gets cold (it will.) As we were walking down the street, arm-in-arm, laughing, a man in a blue wool cap carrying a ladder crossed in front of us at the intersection.
“Hey, you two,” he said, “you two look like a great couple, you look really happy together and I wanted to wish you a great day here.” I don’t really know how we look, but people will often smile at us and tell us we look happy together. I am happy to hear that, it is true. And I am even happier that it gives other people pleasure.
I thanked the man and said well, now I have to take your picture, and he nodded and said sure. So here it is. Saint Therese of Lisieux practiced what she called “the little way of love.” She inspired us to not miss out on a kind word, a smile or any small gesture which sows peace and friendship.
In our world, there are big acts of hatred and conflict and violence. St. Theresa believed little acts of love are very powerful, and would ultimately win out over big acts of hatred. I think that is true.
A few minutes earlier, a cashier at Sam’s told me a touching story about how she left her Thanksgiving Dinner to drive to a mall on a crowded and frantic day to get a special kind of bicycle for her grandson. He had some kind of illness, I gathered, he had wanted one for a long time. She had learned online that there was only one left, and she drove more than an hour to get there to buy it, fighting the crowds in the parking lot and the store.
She got there in time. Because it was on sale,reduced by 30 per cent, she could barely afford it. The next morning, when the sale was over, she wouldn’t be able to.
She was beaming proudly as she told me the story. “Will you be able to wait until Christmas to give it to him?,” I asked. “Of course,” she said. She knows exactly where it will be under the tree. I wonder if the boy will grasp the love and devotion his grandmother felt for him, it is the purest kind of love, I think.
In Brattleboro, they still practice the little ways of love, I could see it in the gentle face of the cashier and of this workman, who could just as easily have carried his ladder across the street and paid no attention to the couple walking hand-in-hand in front of him. He was, after all, busy carrying a big and heavy ladder.
And he noticed us.
Good for him, he is, I think, an angel inviting us to practice the little ways of love.