The traditional story of the ‘first Thanksgiving’ takes place in 1621 at the Plymouth Plantation in Massachusetts. Puritan Christian pilgrims were celebrating their new-found ability to cultivate the land and survive the winter—techniques taught to them by the Wampanoag Indians in the region. Their primary teacher was an American Indian named Tisquantum, or ‘Squanto,’ who was fluent in English and (bet you didn’t know this) a Catholic.
Squanto had been kidnapped in 1614 by John Hunt, an Englishman (of John Smith’s crew) who intended to sell him and others into slavery in Spain. Local Franciscan friars rescued the Indians and instructed them in the Christian faith. Squanto, during his time with the friars, chose to be Baptized in full communion with the Catholic Church. He then traveled to England and became ever-more fluent in the language before returning to Massachusetts in 1619. The pilgrims arrived on the Mayflower about one year later and, finding no support from their own countrymen in the region—secular opportunists like the aforementioned Smith and Hunt—they relied on Squanto, who moved in with the pilgrims and helped them to survive the harsh New England winter. After a year, having successfully established themselves in the new land, the Puritan pilgrims joined together with the Wampanoag to give thanks to God.
By 1622, Squanto (like many of his countrymen) had succumbed to European diseases for which he had no immunity. He died a Christian, begging Governor William Bradford of Mayflower Colony (likely one of my ancestors) to pray for him that he might go to heaven. Because of the Christian brotherhood between Squanto and his people and the Puritan pilgrims, exemplified in the Thanksgiving celebration, there was peace between American Indians and Europeans in New England for over fifty years.