A single pumpkin always reminds me of the birth of my firstborn on Halloween eve in 1963. Having a birthday on this day was a special day. A time for dressing up in homemade costumes with whatever we could find around the house. An old plaid flannel shirt made the start of a good outfit. After celebrating with German Chocolate cake with homemade frosting and scoops of ice cream I would take those attending to a haunted house for more scary fun. This was even more fun for him than opening the birthday gifts.
The fall has always been favorite season for me as well as my son. As the leaves fell, he and his sister would rake up piles of leaves to jump into and cover themselves up. After tiring of that they would get an old pair of their fathers jeans, tie string at the bottom of the pant legs and stuff them with leaves. Then finding an old flannel shirt they would stuff the shirt full and sit this in a lawn chair on the front porch. Using an old wig and Styrofoam shape for a head they painted on the face, topping it off with an old hat. Ah....the memories this brings back. It was simpler times then and they could go door to door in the small town where we lived without fear of receiving tainted candy. When they were young I took them and enjoyed walking through the crisp air as they enjoyed their childhood innocent fun.
Now his two boys who are now seven and eleven are enjoying dressing up in store bought costumes and going to a few select homes to trick or treat. They have never made a scary leaf stuffed creature to set on their little porch. The do however love to have paint faces on their pumpkins.
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