RECOLLECTIONS OF PREVIOUS HALLOWEENS

Recently, New England has had a hint of autumn for the first time. The leaves on the trees are beginning to display their colors. There have been a couple evenings that have been very cold, with temperatures coming dangerously close to the freezing point. Considering that Halloween is just ten days away, I find myself recalling previous festivities that have been floating about in the back of my mind. To figure out what we would be when we were youngsters, my sister, my brother, and I would rummage through the wardrobes and try to come up with a name for ourselves. Throughout my whole life, I have always been a hobo. It was not within the financial means to purchase items such as princess gowns, and my skills were not sufficient to be able to do anything of this kind. The memories that are formed throughout the years spent in college are distinct. The act of trick or treating with a mug to a number of different fraternities almost always resulted in some kind of difficulty for us. To celebrate Halloween, the Fire Department, which is located in a small town in the United States, hosted a party for the children of its members. Since my husband was a volunteer, we would travel there on an annual basis. An adventurous blow-up object that had been worn on the head of our eldest kid was discovered by us some time in the past. She was a happy youngster who stood out from the throng, yet she did not end up winning any prizes. After that, the outfit was passed down to kid number two for the next year. He was awarded the first prize for it. Child #1 was angry with rage. During our time as young people who were married, we went to gatherings of a different type. One of the goals was to disappear without leaving any trace behind. With the husband dressed in army fatigues and myself dressed as a mummy, shrouded in layers of ripped sheets and gauze, we were able to fulfill our goal in a single annual period. The most enjoyable aspect of the get-together was the fact that their kid, who was almost an adult at the time, was not able to identify the person who was wearing all of that makeup. The operation was successful. On the evening of Trick or Treat, despite the fact that I am not very skilled in crafts, I do make an effort to make the house a friendly place for the children who live in the neighborhood. That has not been hindered by the fact that you have a reputation for giving out full-sized candy bars. And depending on the amount of time I have and the amount of money I have, I attempt to decorate for only one evening. In the past, I would spend days going through the process of selecting patterns for the carving of pumpkins, and I would always strive to come up with three distinct designs. On top of that, I buy white lunch bags and decorate them with a black cutout of either a bat, a hissing cat, or a witch. After that, I put a tea light that is powered by a battery inside of it and weigh it down with sand. The path leading up to the front entrance is lined with them, which I utilize. When the youngsters arrive at the door, they are met by a horrible witch that uses motion detection to make a cackling sound. A number of adults who were with her have been surprised by her as she glides close to the entrance of the building. The fun things!! We homosexual divorcees and widows have been getting together at my residence as of late. While we are eating together, we take turns answering the door and handing out sweets to each other. As the doorbell rings, we make an effort to play cards in the time that we have available. Even while it does not always make it possible for us to keep track of who is playing, we nevertheless manage to have a nice time, eat chocolate, and have a satisfying lunch. Additionally, I begin my Christmas baking endeavours in the month of October. As presents for my family and friends, I have fruitcakes that I bake in large quantities, twelve at a time. To my relief, it is a recipe that works well. When my mother emigrated to the United States, it was carried over from England on the boat. Because I prepare so many of them, you never know when the kitchen will be flooded with the scent of them. This event takes place over the course of two days. When I think back on Halloween, one of my best memories is of a day when I went trick or treating. As I was removing fruitcakes from the oven, I was also handing out candy to children. I overheard one of the young guys saying to the other, “Boy,” as they were leaving the facility. In the residence, there was a wonderful aroma.