Matt Ellsworth November 24, 2005 In keeping with the spirit of the day, here’s my favorite story of Thanksgiving Day overseas.
The year was 1975. I was a young missionary, just 19. My American companion and I were working in La Serena, Chile, a quiet provincial town about 8 hours up the highway from Santiago. For the most part, we were the only Americans we ever met in town. It was easy to feel that I was far from my home in family in Arizona. But a few weeks before Thanksgiving we saw something startlingly incongruous in the narrow streets of La Serena. It was an American Motors Gremlin—an odd-looking bubble of a car that was still relatively new in the United States, and unheard of in Chile—with Arizona license plates!