Angels in Disguise: An anonymous story of hope.
--by alisamom, posted Feb 25, 2016
An anonymous story of hope:
"In September 1960, I woke up one morning with six hungry babies and just 75 cents in my pocket. Their father was gone. My boys ranged from three months to seven years, and their sister was two. Their Dad had never been much more than a presence they feared. Whenever they heard his tires crunch on the gravel driveway, they would scramble to hide under their beds. He did manage
to give us $15 a week to buy groceries. Now that he had decided to leave, we were left with a balance of good and bad. Gracefully, there would be no more beatings, but there would be no food either. If there were a welfare system in effect in Southern Indiana at that time, I certainly knew nothing about it.
I scrubbed the kids until they looked brand new, and then put on my best homemade dress. I loaded them into the rusty old 51 Chevy and drove off to find a job. The seven of us went to every factory, store and restaurant in our small town. No luck. The kids stayed crammed into the car and tried to be quiet while I tried to convince whomever would listen that I was willing to learn or do anything. I had to have a job. Still no luck. The last place we went to, just a few miles out of town, was an old Root Beer Barrel drive-in that had been converted to a truck stop.
It was now called the Big Wheel, and an old lady named Granny owned the place. As I plead my case to her, she would peek out of the window from time to time to see at all those kids. Finally she told me she needed someone on the graveyard shift, 11 at night until seven in the morning. She paid 65 cents an hour, and I could start that night. I raced home and called the teenager down the street that baby-sat for people. I bargained with her to come and sleep on my sofa for a dollar a night. She could arrive with her pajamas on, and the kids would already be asleep. This seemed like a good arrangement to her, so we made a deal.
That night when the little ones and I knelt to say our prayers, we all thanked God for finding Mommy a job, then I left to start my new job at the Big Wheel. When I got home in the mornings, I woke the baby-sitter up and sent her home with one dollar of my tip money, which was easily half of what I averaged every night. As the weeks went by, heating bills added a strain to my meager wage. The tires on the old Chevy had the consistency of penny balloons and began to leak. I had to fill them with air on the way to work and again every morning before I could go home.
One bleak fall morning, I dragged myself to the car to go home and found four tires in the back seat. New tires! There was no note, no nothing, just those beautiful brand new tires. Had angels taken up residence in Indiana? I wondered. I made a deal with the local service station. In exchange for his mounting the new tires, I would clean up his office. I remember it took me a lot longer to scrub his floor than it did for him to do the tires. I was now working six nights instead of five,and yet it still wasn’t enough. Christmas was coming, and I knew there would be no money for toys for the kids. So, I found a can of red paint and started repairing and painting some old toys. Then I hid them in the basement so there would be something for Santa to deliver on Christmas morning. Clothes were a worry too. I was sewing patches on top of patches on the boys pants, and soon they would be too far gone to repair. So I did the best I could.
On Christmas Eve the usual customers were drinking coffee in the Big Wheel. These were the truckers, Les, Frank, and Jim, and a state trooper named Joe. A few musicians were hanging around after a gig at the Legion and were dropping nickels in the pinball machine. The regulars all just sat around and talked through the wee hours of the morning and then left to get home before the sun came up. When it was time for me to go home at seven o’clock on Christmas morning, I hurried to the car. I was hoping the kids wouldn’t wake up before I managed to get home and get the presents from the basement and place them under the tree. (We had cut down a small cedar tree by the side of the road down by the dump.) It was still dark, and I couldn’t see much, but there appeared to be some dark shadows in the car. Or was that just a trick of the night? Something certainly looked different, but it was hard to tell what.
When I reached the car, I peered warily into one of the side windows. Then my jaw dropped in amazement. My old battered Chevy was filled full to the top with boxes of all shapes and sizes. I quickly opened the driver’s side door, scrambled inside and kneeled in the front facing the back seat. Reaching back, I pulled off the lid of the top box. Inside was a whole case of little blue jeans, sizes 2-10! I looked inside another box. It was full of shirts to go with the jeans. Then I peeked inside some of the other boxes. There were candy and nuts and bananas and bags of groceries. There was an enormous ham for baking, and canned vegetables and potatoes. There was pudding and Jell-O and cookies, pie filling and flour. There was also a whole bag of laundry supplies and cleaning items. Finally, there were five toy trucks and one beautiful little doll.
As I drove back through empty streets as the sun slowly rose on the most amazing Christmas Day of my life, I was sobbing with gratitude. I will never forget the joy on the faces of my little ones that precious morning. Yes, there were angels in Indiana that long-ago December, and they all hung out at the Big Wheel truck stop."
- Posted by alisamom
- Feb 25, 2016
- Comments (12)
Christine wrote: I love this!
AnnC wrote: I have tears streaming down my face -- this such a beautiful story and I actually saw similar acts of kindness in the 60s in my small town. So let's all suspend our disbelief and just rejoice that there really are wonderful people wanting to help others, not just in Indiana in the 60's but here and now the world over.
terre wrote: Well, that made me cry. I don't care if it's true or not, this story is wonderful! And yes, we would have been there helping out too.
Rippleffect wrote: I'm with Terre...not a dry eye here either...I love those angels in Indianna...and the ones here at Kind Spring too! XO
mish wrote: Angels all around us ðŸ‘¼
RoseMarie wrote: I believe this to be true without a doubt. Thank you for sharing. There are angels in the world, I'm glad I'm back to remembering this. Thank you. X ðŸ’“ Rose-Marie
mindyjourney wrote: there is much goodness in the world <3 and as we share our stories/finds we realize anew how amazing this world truly is!
kiwicat wrote: I dont think it matters if its true or not, its the spirit of kindness alive and well.
kjoyw wrote: So many blessings, so many angels, and so much goodness on this beautiful world!
splain wrote: What a glorious story. People can just be so amazing and I don't just mean the givers I mean the mother in this story.