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Carol Perkins: Halloween Memories

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By Carol Perkins

Pumpkins, fodder, and mums. Don't you just love this time of the year? The beauty of the pumpkins lying against the green leaves depicts living in the country. Naturally, I think of scarecrows, ghosts, and goblins. For the most part, we adults get a kick out of Halloween with trick-or-treaters dressed in clever costumes, holding plastic pumpkin baskets out for adults to fill, and mamas standing nearby. October means fall and fall means Halloween.

The town of Edmonton, once upon a time, was filled with trick-or-treaters on Halloween night. Traffic was bumper to bumper as they flocked to Muncie Court by the hundreds. As far as I know, children walked up and down the streets without incident and then went home to spread out their goodies. Then by eight o'clock, the town began to shake with activity; it was not, necessarily, a safe place to be.

One of the best Halloween memories concerned a truck and a pumpkin patch.


My friends and I went to Summer Shade, where we hooked up with Guy and a buddy or two of his. One had a flatbed truck. We climbed on the back and headed for a pumpkin patch.

Once there, the driver turned off the lights as we edged to the pumpkin patch. We slid off that truck like a bunch of jailbirds. One by one, we passed the pumpkins under and over the barbwire fence and loaded several dozens until we heard something moving beneath the light of the moon. "Let's get out of here," someone yelled and the truck did; with some of us not on.

In the process of running toward the moving truck, Judy (Wallace) stepped into a pumpkin and dragged it with her. She wore that pumpkin as others grabbed our arms and pulled us to the back as the oblivious driver moved slowly away.

Halloween is fairly calm in town now. Our neighborhood doesn't have many trick-or-treaters. Guy buys enough candy for 100 kids, knowing we might have two. I always take what is left to school for the kids unless we eat most of it first. I once loved carving a pumpkin, decorating my yard, and even dressing up occasionally. Now all that seems like too much effort. Could be I'm growing up? I certainly hope not. Happy Halloween!


You can contact Carol at carolperkins06@gmail.com.


This story was posted on 2023-10-07 10:13:32
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