Remembering the joy I felt when the school bus finally arrived to
our little red brick house, where love and pumpkins grew! Leaping
down the bus steps with all of my might and being so thrilled to see
that my Mother had the best cardboard skeleton from Woolworths
hanging on our front door.
Life just didn't get any better than that, except for the pumpkin crop
that year. Halloween just isn't Halloween without pumpkins and the
bumper crop of pumpkins that we had that year made me so proud.
We watched over those pumpkins as if they were babies. There
had been several nights that they had to be covered with old quilts to
protect them from a light freeze.
Then the time came, they had turned a beautiful orange and were
ready to harvest. We had so many pumpkins that Momma drove
the car around to our little pumpkin patch. Fifty or more pumpkins
were picked and loaded into the trunk of Momma's car.
The sweet smell of country air, a full moon, the sound of a flock of
geese, pure excitement of taking our precious load of pumpkins to
town to sell to our little local market is a vivid, happy and beautiful
memory for me.
Wishing you a week with memories which bring you joy, peace,
laughter and perhaps a smile...
"Memory is a way of holding onto things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose." ~ From The Wonder Years
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