Thursday, October 30, 2008

Marker Days and Halloween

It's hard to believe that my dad would have been 79 today.  He's been gone now for 13 years.  I can still hear his voice and see his mannerisms.  I wish I could talk to him again to try to find out the pain that was in him that led him to addiction.  And I would like to again hear him talk about his deliverance from it.

Yesterday marked 6 months since Beverly's dad passed away.  What a mark he left on his family!

I will be out of the office tomorrow.  So -- BOO!

Halloween has changed so much!  When I was a kid, we would set out at about 5:30 and hit neighborhoods steadily until about 8:30 or 9.  We had the old-fashioned paper grocery sacks.  I have no doubt mine would weigh at least 10 pounds by the end of the evening.  

Then I would go home and dump it all on my bed.  My older brother would come in and grab all the Bit-O-Honeys.  My favorites were popcorn balls and Almond Joys, followed by Butterfingers, Mr. Goodbars and Baby Ruths (I can't remember ever getting Heath bars, which are one of my very favorites).  As you can see, I wasn't too picky when it came to chocolate.

It was a dentist's dream.     


Anonymous said...

I miss dad too.

How about the little brothers? Did they get anything? "Ney" I say. Nothing. Nada. Nil. Zip. Zero.

Then again, I don't ever remember you going trick-or-treating. So maybe you did give me something. If so, please disregard paragraph #2.

Rick Ross said...


I wish I could say that I gave you some candy. But your description sounds pretty accurate to me. Actually I think I quit trick or treating when I was about 10. So you were only two. I will hide behind that excuse.

As for my older brother -- I didn't GIVE him any either. He just took it. Do you see a pattern here?

Jeff said...

BOO yourself.

I'm dressing up for Halloween as a big person. Creative, huh?

I'm getting the feeling you are going to be out of the office tomorrow so you can go trick-or-treating earlier in the day.