MELROSE — Think you had a lot to do before Thanksgiving?
Consider what Scott Macaulay was up against. “Hell week,” said Macaulay, who fixes vacuum cleaners for a living.
It’s not just that his customers, in the throes of housecleaning, have suddenly noticed their vacuums are broken. Macaulay is also expecting nearly 70 people for Thanksgiving dinner, an annual extravaganza that he organizes, pays for, cooks, and serves, almost all of it by himself, a tradition he started when his own family was divided by divorce.
This is the 28th year that Macaulay, 52, is hosting Thanksgiving at a Baptist Church in Melrose for people who have no other place to go. They might be widows, or new arrivals to this country, or poor. Some are simply lonely, like the elderly woman with Parkinson’s who arrived one year in an ambulance from a nursing home. The drive cost her $200 “plus mileage,” Macaulay said.
There was the young woman from New Hampshire who came by herself because her father was hospitalized in Boston. The husband and wife who had lost their jobs. The man who comes on the years his brother won’t invite him. The blind girl who came one time with her father.
“Now he wants to go to Bread of Life,” Macaulay said, referring to the volunteer organization that serves Thanksgiving dinner at a nearby high school. “I got lots of competition. But mine is not about food. Mine is about having a place to go that feels like home.”
He means this literally. Every year, Macaulay fashions a living room-dining room tableau inside the First Baptist Church fellowship hall. He hauls in a fake fireplace and fake wood stove, and arranges wing chairs and rocking chairs around them on an Oriental rug. There are cloth tablecloths and napkins, hors d’oeuvres (which he likes to call “horse ovaries”), candles, and bouquets of fake flowers.
Except for the occasional small donation, Macaulay finances this all himself, and even though he’s frugal, it still costs him more than $1,000. As soon as one Thanksgiving dinner is over, he starts saving for the next, despite his own financial struggles. This is a bad time for fix-it people, he explained. “It’s a disposable society.”
Still, he’s never skipped a dinner, not the year with the ice storm, not the year he passed out while driving, had a car accident, and was rushed to the hospital, where he got a pacemaker.
He didn’t even cancel it this year, after getting word last Friday that the church ovens were broken and wouldn’t be fixed on time.
He simply arranged a late switch to the Green Street Baptist Church, hauling the fake fireplace a mile and a tenth on a dolly along Main Street in Monday night’s freezing cold.
“I was using a lot of non-Christian words,” Macaulay said. But he was determined. “Being home alone for Thanksgiving? That’s the situation I’ve been in and it stinks.”
That was in 1985, the year he was 24 and his parents split up, acrimoniously. If he was nice to one parent, the other one got angry, and as Thanksgiving approached Macaulay started to feel “pretty desperate.” That’s when he got the idea to put an ad in the Melrose Free Press.
“It said, if you think you’ll find yourself alone on Thanksgiving and didn’t want to be, I’d cook dinner for up to 12 people,” recalled Macaulay. “I’m not one to put a sad face on, so someone will invite me. I’m a doer.”
The First Baptist Church in Melrose let him use the fellowship hall, and about a dozen people showed up. Dinner was a success: He didn’t burn anything, no one got sick, and people generally had a good time.
“I was probably a little nervous about it,” he said. “But Thanksgiving dinner is the most basic meal anyone can cook. You get a turkey and all the directions are on the bag. The squash and potatoes, you just peel and boil. You can’t screw that up,” he said, punctuating his sentence with his typical gleeful cackle.
He’s kept the tradition going (the invitation is still an announcement in the Free Press) though for a short time he hosted it at his own house. He was married, briefly, to a woman “who absolutely hated it,” said Macaulay, who has a 17-year-old son. “One of the ladies knocked over three of her goblets in the kitchen, and that took care of doing it at the house,” he said.
The largest crowd he’s had was 89 people. He’s refined and expanded the menu over the years; it now includes frozen meatballs as the hors d’oeuvres and canned fruit cocktail with a daub of pink sherbet.
“It’s fabulous,” said an 88-year-woman, a widow “many, many, many years,” who asked not to be identified. She goes to Macaulay’s meal every year because she has no family nearby. “You always meet nice people,” she said. “It’s a wonderful thing for people who are really all alone.” Continued...