I can tell is it getting near Halloween……..yea, the daily prompter has even become part of the Halloween mania with the word’o’the’day……..orange.
I happen to like orange…..the color and the fruit. My entire house….well the two largest rooms are painted a shade of orange. Thank Goodness George doesn’t mind and actually likes the color too. It could be a bit…………well, disturbing is a word a neighbor used when first seeing it.
I think the color is most associated with Halloween because of pumpkins. I mean, the Great Pumpkin only shows up during Halloween to give presents to every child overnight, and HE is obviously orange.
It’s amazing actually I remember the Great Pumpkin. I think it was 1966 that it first aired on television. My baby sister sat in my lap and peed on me during the second half of it..I am pretty sure she was just two and learning how NOT to use a diaper. She peed on me a lot that year. I loved her anyway.
I remember buying her a small stuffed great pumpkin that Christmas, with a tiny Linus to go with it. She actually loved that thing..it only left her possession long enough to be chewed into a million pieces by Sparky, my brother’s new puppy.
That was also the year my little brother, Charlie, started up with the stupid “jokes” about fruit……..the horrible “knock-knock” jokes….and others with a punch line that made no sense at all but would leave him crying from laughter and all the rest of us shaking our heads in befuddlement.
“What eats people and is purple? A purple people eater!” See, I TOLD you they were stupid! I wondered just what exactly those teachers at the elementary school were teaching kids Charlie’s age………
1966 was the first year I took my baby sister “trick or treat”ing too. We dressed her up as a hula dancer…..I was a cowgirl.
Took me an hour to find this picture in my albums. That’s Cynthia Nuckles next to me in the Mount Vernon cook’s outfit. And I am pretty sure the cowboy clown is her baby brother JayJay. Charlie had the Chicken Pox that year and wasn’t allowed out of bed, so i carried an extra bag for him.
It’s so strange looking back the fifty years or so to this picture from my past. I look at it and see friends, see my childhood and can wax nostalgic……..yet I feel absolutely nothing else. It is like looking through a glass darkly….images showing, knowing a visceral reaction should be there, yet nothing is felt.
Now, how did I get here from where I began?