I think my favorite Halloween memory is the year our middle son dressed up like an old old man. He wore a bald head we had bought at an auction. It was in a box with a bunch of other stuff. We still have it somewhere. He was maybe 12 or 13 at the time. He stood all hunched over with a cane. We went to a contest at the fire station and he won a prize. When he came back to sit by me I had to remind myself that he was my son and not an old man. He was that convincing.
I never did like gross or scary stuff. I think it goes back to when I was a little girl and my dad would listen to mysteries on the radio at night. There was only a curtain between my bedroom (which originally was a dining room) and the living room. He listened to programs like "The Shadow." I still don't like scary music.
So I never dressed in a scary costume for Halloween. Mostly I went dressed as a gypsy because that's all I could think of. I always had full skirts and peasant blouses to wear, and my mother let me borrow her jewelry. In those days all the kids went trick-or-treating. It wasn't a dark holiday like it seems to be now. I have mixed feelings about Halloween now. Regardless, I bought some candy, and am hoping to see some of my grand-kids tomorrow night. We live kind of out in the country, so we don't have any neighbor kids come.
I didn't even carve a pumpkin this year. I have a big one on the front steps, but it wouldn't sit up straight, so I cut a bit off the bottom, and of course, it started to rot. I started to carve the little pie pumpkin, but it was so hard I gave up.
This leaf picture was blurry. I played with it on Picasa, and this is what I decided on.
Happy Halloween to all my friends.
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