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It is that time of year again. It is a time for teens, and adults, to be children and play dress-up.  This is truly one of my favorite holidays.   When I was a girl, mom would stay home and hand out treats and dad would drive me, from our rural home, to Griffith, where the houses were close together.  He would park at the end of the block and watch me go up one side and down the other.  When I got back to the car, dad got to check out the candy and I got back in the car for the next block.

 

It is amazing how everyone is a friend on Halloween.  I was Trick or Treating in a different school district and I always discovered a kid or two to run and laugh with. Including the year I met that awesome Zorro.  What’s not to love?  There’s dress-up and pretend, being out after dark, being let out of your own yard (for me that was a big adventure) and there was candy; specifically, chocolate.  

 

The two boys left at home, in my house, had never “done” Halloween before they moved in with us.  They were really excited about the school parties the first year they were here and ended up Trick or Treating. EMT boy won school award for the scariest costume.  It was a strange mix of mask, green fake fur and such.  I thought it was kind of funny and so did he.   It is accepted for teens to trick or treat in our town.  Of course, I think the homeowners have decided it beats the alternative. 

 

These guys though, were like two little kids their first year here.  Any time I found a cheap costume, I started picking them up.  They now should have (I say should as at time the stuff is all over the house) two rubbermaids of stuff:  phony teeth, makeup, chains, hooks, wigs, capes, and the whole deal.  After that first Halloween, we went to about four stores and picked up a bunch of sale stuff.  It was their absolute favorite Christmas gift.  Every once in a while they will still just surprise us, in the middle of the summer, when they come up the stairs in mask and costume.

 

You know, it’s a great escape.  I hope they never outgrow it.  Laughter is one key to good health and if we could all retain that playful attitude we could enrich our lives and those around us.

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Where would you go, if you won a trip to anywhere in the world.

 

My list is almost too long to mention. Alaska to see the Northern Lights, anywhere to watch the whales, Holland/Norway, the Basque Country, to see what really made my ancestors who they were, and Japan to find a long lost friend, Junko Kanazawa.  India to photograph the women in their vibrant sari’s and learn more about Buddhism.  Africa for the music, culture and animals and for fun: New Zealand.  Send me a ticket, and with two seconds to pack my sketch pad and camera, I’m there.

 

I grew up in Indiana, thirty miles outside of Chicago. My father’s reason for never going to Chicago was stated succinctly.  “I never lost anything in Chicago. So, I don’t have to go back to get it.” The Dunes National Park was a short drive east. Couldn’t go there, He heard from someone, who knew someone, who was mugged there once.  He also told me once that anything he wanted to see, he could see on his television.  Dad was not adventurous.

 

Dad worked at Combustion Engineering and the family went to town once every other week, on payday.  They got groceries in Griffith, Indiana, where I would go to the library and carry out a load of books that stretched my arms down like an orangutan. Clothing was delivered by the Sears man.  In the summer, we would eat beer batter Fish and Chips at a drive-in restaurant on payday. I think it was at Broad and Main, in Griffith.

 

I however, wanted to move, since I remember being able to think.  I would look out an office window of a skyscraper and envy every one of those cars zooming by on the expressway, then I would go back to my typing.  I’ve been to 49 of the 50 states, Canada and momentarily in Mexico.  So, the world is ahead of me yet..

 

Mom was there when we got home from school and cooked dinner, until the fateful day in history when TV Dinners blighted the earth.  She was having health problems, so it was quick fix, and, like Twinkies and White Castle, I thought they tasted better then, than they do now.

 

Dad’s big travel was his yearly two week vacation. The first I remember were the trips to cabins in Wisconsin. We spent two glorious weeks swimming, hiking and swatting mosquitoes. I loved it and the woods. Then, they bought a station wagon and camping equipment and my brother and I were in heaven.  I haven’t been camping in years and I really miss it.  I’m never so happy as when I am outdoors, anywhere.

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