Halloween Memories…..
When I was a child, my Mother would sew costumes for my sister and me, and we would anxiously await the night when we could walk door to door to ‘Trick or Treat’. Living up north often meant that our costumes were covered by coats, which I promise you that no kid in their right mind wanted to wear over their costumes. Try as we may, we never seemed to win that battle. And at the end of the evening, it was a distant memory as we poured our loot out on the dining room table to search for our favorite candies.
Carrying on the tradition with my boys, I sewed costumes for them and we went ‘Trick or Treating’ on that frightful night, delighting at the many different costumes the other children wore. I can remember pouring the loot out on the dining room table, and bribing the boys to let me have a couple of my favorites. (I didn’t even pull out the parent card – just begged essentially) They were always so generous and even offered the Twizzlers to me without me asking.
Last year, the grandchildren knocked on the door for ‘Trick or Treat’ all dressed up in their scary costumes and I immediately obliged after making them pose for the obligatory photo. And I don’t even have to ask, because they know that their Tutu has a sweet tooth and bring the candy they know I’ll just love.
myDarlin’ Robert Kenui Pope and I loved to have fun and dress up for Halloween, with one of the most memorable being Sonny and Cher. It was so much more than just dressing up as we practiced two songs; The Beat Goes On and I Got You Babe. Countless nights practicing, laughing, gathering the costumes and making memories as we prepared for that magical night. And so we made the rounds supporting local music, and our friends brought us up on stage. It had been years since I sang on stage, back in high school and church, so myDarlin’ gave me the confidence I needed. As we finished, the crowd went wild with applause and we all laughed together.
The end of the evening, or should I say beginning of the morning, found us at our favorite ‘haunt’ Waffle House as the staff went crazy when we walked in. And the photo sums it up, another wonderful Halloween for the memory bank.
I am filled with gratitude this Halloween as the beat goes on in my heart powered by memories of days gone by.
I am filled with gratitude this Halloween as the beat goes on in my heart powered by memories of days gone by.
If memories are deposits in my bank account, I’m the richest woman in the world.
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