The great plumpkin.
Just what my new nickname is going to be if I don't stop eating the leftover Halloween candy!
Those were the days.
The mid 70's.
Find the largest, orange pumpkin.
Haul it home, 350 miles, from California to Oregon.
In the back of our station wagon.
Those masks.
I remember so vividly feeling like I was suffocating in those awful masks.
Slicing my tongue while sticking it through the mouth hole and not being able to see through the tiny eye holes.
So much for safety.
Boy have they come a long way!
So this is what becomes of me with no kiddos to take on the candy collection night.
Reliving old, old Halloween memories.
Ahh so sweet. Nice to see those pics.
ReplyDeleteAhh so sweet. Nice to see those pics.
ReplyDeleteI forgot about those masks ! Yes, I had a few too!
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