Monday, October 27, 2014
There's excitement in her face. There's intensity in her face. The tools are a bit more advanced these days, but the paring knife from the silverware drawer always got the job done. Halloween afternoon was always set a side to do the deed. Mom and Dad got the pumpkins, and we made our choices. Four kids and I can never remember an argument over who was to carve which orange globe. Selective memory? Once I made my choice I remember just not wanting to screw up the face. I wanted scary, of course, with a jagged mouth and big delta eyes. After we all finished and the linoleum floor was a slippery mass of guts and seeds, more than once I almost went slip sliding across the floor. Mom laughed at the mess and kept a watchful eye for the four of us with little knives. Dad just cursed the mess we had created. Next, candles were secured and placed in our jack-o-lanterns. We then paraded to the front steps and placed them in strategic places that would haunt the 'little ones' with mommies in tow. These days lighted pumpkins on wooden stairs just wouldn't be prudent. Call 911!
The morning after it was such a sad sight.
The blackened, caved-in, sooted roof and that awful smell.
My red devil costume in a pile by my bed.
... waiting for All Saints' Day.