Guest post with author Willow Cross

Author Guest Post

Author, Willow Cross, has written a special Halloween guest post in which she talks about one of her favourite Halloween memories.  Thanks Willow.

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Halloween is one of my two favorite holidays. I suppose you won’t have any trouble guessing the other one. Growing up in rural Indiana offered a unique Halloween experience most children don’t get to have now.

Every year my father would pull out the tractor and hitch up the hay-filled wagon in preparation for the big community Halloween bash. Mom had already gathered in bushels of apples and those that hadn’t yet been made into applesauce or cider, were carefully looked over and bagged for the bobbing tank.

Weeks in advance, my brothers and I combed through the attic. Going through box after box of costumes and masks from previous years. A great costume was the key to Halloween success. Everyone enjoyed the hayride, bobbing for apples, ghost in the corner, haunted house, and trick-or-treating, but only two people could win the costume contest. And that was the very best part! Even the old farmer that lived on the next farm beside us–tried to take home that trophy.

The morning of the party we’d get up bright and early. Our house always had many visitors and phone calls on that day. At any given moment you might walk around a corner and find Dad in deep conversation with another of the neighborhood farmers. Their voices would drop to hushed whispers the moment they spotted you. Then Dad’s eyes would sparkle as he said, “Now you kids just get along there. This ain’t none of your business.”

Discouraged, but not defeated, we’d wait for our next chance to overhear where the ‘ghosts’ and ‘ghouls’ would be hiding. Without fail, someone always screamed when the hidden farmers and their grown boys jumped out from behind the trees. And we sure didn’t want the screamers to be us!

One year, they even rigged what we thought was a dummy from a tree. He looked like an old cowboy that had been hung. He hung so low in the tree that if you reached up just a bit, you could touch his dangling feet from the wagon. I’ll tell you what, when that old cowboy started wailing and kicking his feet, we all nearly died of fright! But it was awesome.

Memories of those days gone by still bring a smile to my face. From the hot Apple cider to the hayrides, bonfire, and ghost stories when the night grew late; it was an amazing time to be a child! I feel bad that my own children didn’t get to have Halloweens like that. Dad’s tractor was sold before most of them were born. But we still talk about it, and around here we try to make Halloween just as Halloweeny as we possibly can!!!

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Thank you Willow for the awesome guest post.

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So, Treasured Tales followers, what are some of your favourite Halloween memories?

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Happy Halloween everyone.

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