I love Autumn. The cool nights, Indian Summer, pumpkins and trees cover with rich colors combine to prepare me for shutting down for the winter.
Did you know its not a true Indian Summer unless there is a killing (black) frost first? As a kid I thought the warm days meant those lazy days were back. Only the water was suddenly too cold to swim.
My neighbors had the fire department send over a crew when they burned the hillside behind their house. The idea was to get rid of the leaves piled high under the trees.
The scent of leaves burning is one of my favorite memories. My Dad would rake up all the leaves in the yard and pile them. We’d jump in the pile for hours. By the time the town came to collect them they were squashed into a tiny heap. lol
Pumpkins were cheap and each of us got one to carve for Halloween.
I can’t believe I managed not to cut off a finger with the huge kitchen knife I used.
This was when the days shortened. Night came before dinner. We played hide-and-seek in the cemetery next door until Mom called us home. Scary fun.
Mom made our costumes for Trick-or-Treating. Princess, hobo, clown, I don’t remember the rest.
A gang of us went from house to house. In our small town it was hard to go where we weren’t known. Something not so common now.
One Halloween it snowed. Another it was so hot we had to wear shorts under our costume.
I’ll never admit to throwing an egg at a boy’s house because I thought he was cute.
Hope you have good memories, too
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