This year I will not answer the door for trick or treaters. I have an escape cat, just waiting to get out. And the foster dog barks and barks if someone rings the bell. Instead, I'll leave a bowl of candy--eyeballs and chocolate bars--on the bench out front.
Do you remember your costumes? One year I was a Dutch girl with wooden shoes and my sister had a Japanese outfit and little wooden sandals. We hobbled around the neighborhood with a large bag for candies.
Some of my favorites years were in Melbourne Beach, where neighbors really went all out for Halloween. Most of the houses had been decorated for weeks. Tombstones. Cobwebs. Ghosts. Then on the night of the 31st, when all the trick or treaters were out, the mise-en-scene were completed. The most impressive was the dinner table, complete with a covered dish. . . . You can probably guess what it contained.
My daughter just sent this photo of Halloween in the South of France. Many years earlier, I tried to buy small pumpkins for the Halloween party at one of the Opio public schools. Wedges of pumpkins (used for soups) were sold back then. No one bought a whole pumpkin. Looks like times have changed.
Wherever you may be, have a Happy Halloween! And watch out for those covered dishes.
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