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On Day 31 of Halloween my love gave to me:
A handmade greeting card; a Halloween headpiece; a small Halloween tote bag and a handmade coupon for Red Devil Cocktails
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The handmade greeting card said:
HAPPY HALLOWEEN (front of card)
Inside verse:
‘Enjoy the day from morning to
night
Have a boo-tiful and
spooky-filled day’
The clip art included a black cat and pumpkin on the front. Inside witches, ghosts, skeletons, monsters, coffins, vampires, ravens, bats, spiders, zombies, candy corn, haunted houses and scarecrows.
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It was a cute card. What I really liked was the coupon for the cocktails later that day and the headpiece to wear when I venture out for the cocktails.
As today is Halloween I want to share my candy corn story with you.
Growing up for the first five years of my life I lived with my mother’s parents. On Sundays aunts and uncles would usually come for visit. One Sunday my Uncle Harold (my mother’s brother-in-law) came with my aunt. He gave me a bag of candy corn. I’ve never seen it before (I was three years old). My grandma took the bag and told me I could have some during the following week. As I think about it now I wonder if she hoped I’d forget about it. A few days later I remembered the candy; reason was my grandfather was feeding the chickens he raised and the feed reminded me of the candy. I begged my grandma for some. She put a little into a bowl for me. I was so amazed as a child about candy being shaped like food eaten by the chickens. That gave me a fun idea. I took the bowl of candy and three it on the floor. I then got down on my hands and knees to eat the candy. (I was a chicken). My Aunt Jule who lived with my grandparents came in the room where I was. Both saw me scampering around the floor eating candy off it. My grandma yelled at me asking what are you doing eating off the floor. I replied I’m playing chicken with my candy corn. My aunt chuckled and I guess my grandma did too; then she said you can’t eat off the floor. Then she tells me Fluffy the house cat was licking the candy that I was eating. She grabbed me and told me time for a nap.
I was told this story by my Aunt Jule when I was a teenager. Every year since then I get a bag of candy corn, count out twenty pieces and one by one eat them. As I do I fondly think about my Grandmother and my Aunt Jule. This I did a few days ago. Yes it is always the traditional candy corn; orange, yellow and white. This year as I sat eating my allotted pieces, the person who gave me my first bag came to mind; my Uncle Harold. I guess I’ll have to increase my pieces next year to thirty; ten for each of the three from my first candy corn Halloween.
Well today’s HALLOWEEN! Enjoy and have fun. I’m all decked out and ready for a Red Devil Cocktail or two.
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