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Halloween Memories

Very few trick-or-treaters come to our house. We live on a short little dead-end street, right off a main route, which is full of whizzing cars and dotted with strip malls and fast food joints. I’m waiting for the doorbell to ring, and trying to remember all the halloween costumes I wore as a kid. Here’s a partial list.

  • Casper the Friendly Ghost – I can still remember how the mask made my face all steamy.
  • Geisha – wearing an authentic kimono that someone had given my parents. Probably purchased by a drunken sailor at a cheap souvenior shop, during liberty in some Asian port. Like most families, we had our share of drunken sailors.
  • Birthday Present – my own creation, a large box, covered in shiny yellow and red wrapping paper, with holes for my arms and a giant bow on my head. It was hard to move my arms. In fact, that was the year some big kid stole by pumpkin full of candy. I was the perfect target, utterly defenseless.
  • Princess – another plastic ’70s mask and sweaty face. Much like the masks worn at Fenway earlier this year.
  • Statue of Liberty – a green sheet, a handmade paper torch, and a Burger King crown wrapped in tin foil.
  • Cowardly Lion – a “real” costume, with a swinging tail and a furry mane, sewn by my Aunt Mary, worn the year before by my cousin Steven.
  • Gypsy – many scarves, a lacy shawl, peasant skirt, hoop earrings and bangles.
  • Baseball Player – my cousin Steven’s old little league uniform. Much, much too big for me.

Hey, there’s a knock on the door! Gotta run. Happy Halloween!

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A Yarn Addict – The Early Days

On Father’s Day, my dad visited. A week or so before I’d asked him if I could look through a few of his old photo albums. I was looking for one or two pictures of my mother.

Since Dad never does anything in a small way, he not only brought the albums I’d asked about, he brought EVERY photo album he owns. All packed nicely in a gigantic green rubbermaid tub, held together with two bungee cords to keep the top from popping off.

It’s been amazing sorting through all these old pictures. Each one brings me back to a time or place I’d almost forgotten. A simple snapshot suddenly makes vivid the people, places, sounds, and even scents, that up until that moment were gone from my mind completely.

Knitters, I know you will appreciate this one. It is circa 1970. I’m proudly modeling a very lovely pink and red Red Heart acrylic poncho, made by my very talented Babchie. Without her, I wouldn’t be the knitting obsessed woman I am today. She taught me how to cast-on, knit, purl, and cast-off, starting me off on a lifetime of knitting enjoyment.

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