Oh This Woolly Bully

When ever I see a bull run in Spain, I always wonder where the heads of these men are, who run on the street chased by so many. Even a Matador, alone in a ring, should not be there.
I feel bad for some of these bulls who are forced into fighting.
Personally, my experience with bulls on a farm was quite memorable.

I visited my cousins grand fathers' farm.
He was little maybe 1 and I was a big 5.
The farm was old. It had a muddy river running in the back which looked quite deep. You wouldn't want to fall into it.
Beside the river was a hammock strung between two trees .
Again, you wouldn't want to roll into the river, so you stayed away from the hammock. lol

The Grand father was a little old bald man. He was very kind and sweet and quite bullied by his wicked wife.lol
He had two sons and both came for a visit. The other son had a girl and a boy who were either the same age or one year older than I was.
There was a long dirt road to get to the main road where the mail box stood and I guess we were going to check it.

The Grand Father kept trying to stop the other two children from running onto the road but they equally showed him disrespect by yelling at him and kicking him in the shins and still running towards the highway.
I remember feeling very sad for this old man, so I came and took his hand and we walked slowly together up the road.
Wherever he went, I followed him.
I remember they had an out house and it was quite stinky with many flies .
I didn't like that too much and always feared something would come out of that hole and grab me lol

But other things I really liked. He owned bee hives.
I stood and watched as he dressed up to go check them. I found these bees very interesting and would love to own a field of wild flowers, just to keep a few hives.
Bees are nice little guys and I prefer them to wasps. Once my third little cousin stepped into a nest of either wasps or bees.
She was bit so many times her Dad had to rush her to the hospital.
Whenever I saw any such wasps around my house I would take the hose and try to swamp their living quarters so they would find a new place to live.

The old man also had a barn with cows and we'd go into it to collect milk but at the entrance, in the first stall, they kept a bull with a ring through his nose. I called him raging bull.
Of course my Mother dressed me in red, so he did not like me at all.

When I walked in there, this huge black bull, began to dig his hoof into the ground and snort, lowering his head. I saw his long sharp horns and he scared the day lights out of me. I just stood and stared at him as he got angrier and angrier.
This is when the grand mother would begin to yell and chase me out of the barn.lol

They only had a long piece of wood across the stall to stop him from coming out and this I remember thinking was not a good thing. It was nothing for him to break it and come through.

It was this same year in winter, that the old man went to the out house in the middle of the night and they found him on the cold ground in the morning.
He had a stroke and died.

The boys sold the farm and the grand mother went to live with the younger son in Montreal.
She wasn't my favorite grand mother. She had wicked looking eyes and she wasn't very kind to me either. So I didn't like it very much because she transferred all this bullying from her own husband, to my aunt, who was herself basically a new bride.
My aunt was a very beautiful loving woman.

I felt so sorry for the Grandfather and her son had a handful to handle coming home each night from work. She was very critical and reported every tiny thing to him.
Eventually she changed.
I don't think she had much of a choice cause no one wanted her. lol

I guess men in those days never argued with their wives cause my Grand Father was equally kind and gentle and this is why I thought he was a Saint.
My Uncle never argued with my Aunt.
If he didn't like something he'd go out for a smoke or into the garden to BBQ with a beer. lol
and if he did get mad on the rare occasion, he'd stick out his finger to point and his nose would lift high into the air but all he did was utter the persons' name and say: enough.

He looked so funny, no one ever took him seriously, so he was ignored, as life bustled around him.
This was the same guy whose pants I wanted to wet so he would not touch my Aunt. lol
Come to think of it, my husband is the same. Doesn't suit being mad.
If he gets mad, every one laughs.

I guess the same applies to comedians. They have a certain kind of face that is funny to look at.
Other people always look angry even when they aren't. Each of us is born to be spoken of, having more to do with what we look like, than anything else and this may also shape the kind of people we turn into.

When my cousin moved to New York, the grandmother went to live with her brother.
I went to New York to visit them one day.
I was a new driver with my own drivers' license . My aunt was in the process of trying to get her license with a learners permit.
She liked shopping so she'd say: Lets go for a drive.
So the kids all got in and we'd drive and talk and laugh.

It never dawned on me she didn't have a license to drive.
After a few days she said: You know, I like driving with you.
My husband yells all the time and with you we have a lot of fun.
Of course, not knowing she didn't have a full license, I didn't think to watch her driving lol
So we had a good laugh and I told her she was a great driver.

My Uncle then gave me his car and told me I could drive it to the store. I didn't want to take his car but he insisted so I took it.
I drove very carefully not wanting to smash it.
The last bit of road, beside their house, was narrow and quite winding.
I thought, if another car would come round the curve, I would not see it, so I kept closer to the right edge of the street, leaving two and a half feet from the solid line, separating the two sides of the road. This is not the way you are supposed to drive but something told me to do it.

This is why I say I have an Angel sitting on my shoulder and Guiding me.
Right at this moment, a speeding car came round the curve, on my side of the road.
Had I been driving normally, this car would have made a head on collision with my Uncles' car.
It would not have been pretty because he was going quite fast. I could have died.
He just continued and sped off.
I got home and told my Aunt and Uncle what a close call I had.

I was so surprised he was on my side of the road on this curve but for some reason I steered closer to the other edge.

Today I am left with memories and it's hard to believe, people you love, slowly disappear.

Bullying takes place every where, not just in a barn or the bull ring. lol

I think if I had a choice for a bull though, I would not choose the one shown above. I'd choose and nice heavy meaty bull, with big brown eyes, who would just be happy chewing his hay and smelling flowers.
They always say fat people are jolly
Maybe it pays to be fat. lol

I sure hope my family met up there and are enjoying themselves.
They are probably finding it funny, knowing what they do
about all our fights and struggles here on this planet.

Have a good one.
:)

CANADA DAY CELEBRATIONS CONTINUE

People ask what is a memorable event in your life ?

I would have to say this week end, is one of the most important and carries with it, a lot of mixed feelings.

On the one hand we have our Canada Day Celebrations with new beginnings with a newly married, future King and Queen of England .

In the US they have the US Independence Day Celebrations.

In my family it is a week end of great personal sorrow because I remember it as the week end my Dad died and with being left to do a very difficult job of getting my Mom out of hospital in the months to come, because she lay down to die beside my Dad for three days before the neighbors found them. She had her bruised leg infected, was bereft of her Parkinsons Medication which resulted in the seizing up of her body and the hospital did not offer her much hope for survival.

But her fight to survive for my benefit, was strong and she lived to see another 4 years.

It was not an easy thing to lose two members of your family at the same time and I was thankful she decided to stay behind.

My Dad died of Diabetes. He went out to cut grass in the heat and could not get back to get his medications on time.

My Dad was a prominent member in our Family. He was full of life and living and because of him I have many fond memories growing up.

It was typical of him to come and say there is a sale on water melons. Lets go get one.

I'd think, the gas alone to get to that place would cancel out the sale, but he would be so full of excitement, I hated to mention this little fact.

And then at 84 and blind in one eye, he would teach my younger son how to drive a two wheel bike. I would shudder watching thinking, he is going to lose his balance and fall and break a hip.

Sure enough he fell and got up and brushed himself off laughing that he fell.

He was always like that. Never complained at what life threw at him.

He was affected by the same joie de vivre, as all Quebecers were of his time.

The French were poor but had a good healthy positive outlook on life and there was always something to enjoy and laugh at, every day.

My Dad was the street he lived on and I remember the neighbors coming out in tears to say good bye, when we finally sold our house and moved to the country.

Life and movement was moving away.

Retirement didn't stop him. Every summer he would sit in the car with my Mom and drive across the whole country to British Columbia and I would ask him why he didn't fly. His response would be that he wanted to see his beloved country.

He was a very proud Canadian and couldn't get enough of the sights and smells of this wonderful land.

So I found it fitting that my Dad should go out with a big bang and this he succeeded in doing.

He made his mark because now we celebrate his passing with pomp and fireworks.

One of his expressions, when he would love something was

.......Ummm Beautiful! Just like my wife!

He would make every head turn to see what his wife looked like and then agree with him that yes indeed, he had a beautiful wife. lol

He left me with an everlasting feeling of guilt for not being there, to help him in his hour of need but one night in my sleep, the phone rang and I answered it and heard his voice so happy and cheerful.

Just by the way he said HI!!! Up lifted my soul..

and then he was cut off, probably by heavens' gate and

I woke up and thought with a tearful smile, yup, that's my Dad.

He found a way to break the rules to send me a message that everything was ok and he was happy.

He somehow knows how much I suffer over this and found a way to send a message in just one word, to set free my heart of the guilt he left me with.

I feel much better but I still cannot forgive myself.

My Dad was what the Quebecers call - la tete carre. Square head, because he refused to leave Quebec after 700,000 people left. He said it was a big mistake to do this. His family was chased throughout Europe during the war and he was damned if a little group of people were going to do this to him again. He was established, rooted and staying no matter what.

For the rest of us who had to live with constant harassment from the French radicals,at work and on the streets where very language was legal except English, the official language, we decided it was easier to leave rather than take up arms against a few bleeding hearts who didn't realize that life was about moving forward and not living in the past.

War survivors knew what moving forward was all about.

Life is short and must be spent living and enjoying, not fighting.

Its not as if the French did not have themselves to blame for their problems at that time. Their education consisted mainly of religion as opposed to the English who had a very hard school curriculum.

My parents tried putting me into a French school but they refused me saying I was not Catholic.So they rejected foreigners.

Then when we had a student exchange program in 7th grade, we went and spent two weeks to a French school, singing songs and going to mass while the French kids were crying in our English classes because they had too much school work to do, which they had difficulty coping with.

My Dads' views were no different than one of my favorite of all people, Lawrence Hart ,QC, a lawyer who believed the same thing. He came from an old established Montreal family. His grand mother he said, owned half of Mount Royal but had to give it up because of taxes. He was afflicted with polio and he remembered riding over his grand mothers' mountain, on her horses.

So this week end brings back many memories for me and keeps repeating every year, as a time for both joy and sorrow.

My Dad found his freedom this week end and left with a beautiful display of fireworks and historical significance of new beginnings, on this continent, he loved with all his heart.

It is also now a memory of Lady Di's birthday and William and Kates' visit here, so every year we have something nice to add to the memories.

One of the things I remember about my Dad is that he liked me to give him his haircuts and if I wasn't there to do it, he would let his hair grow like a hippie till I showed up to do it.

It always horrified me when he would travel thousands of miles this way, to get a haircut. lol

The picture above is of my first born son only a week old. He was born with hair but seemed to have lost it and looked like a bald eagle. His Grandad was so proud to hold him as his namesake.

Have a wonderful day Canada. :)

..........And I Can't Win

Omen , the bear,
A symbol of strength and cunning
A predator , a feeder
Exulting in a spirit of a nation.

This post card was a painting of Larry Fanning Art.
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The heart is a powerful muscle and controls life as well as love
The mind is also powerful and controls life as well as love
Working together against you, it is hard to beat the Two
and so the poem .....And I Can't Win
written so long ago, when life was a drama. lol

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If ere by chance I glance
Upon your face.
I see a silent smile
Pursue your lips
And it seems distant.
I hold out my hand
To reach your grasp,
To have it pressed against your
Burning heart and kissed,
The way you always do, when you are sad,
With head bent low.
Your eyes, deep and dark and wild
Stare out into the darkness
Enfolding us.
They stare and yet see nothing
As if blind.
Your life revolves around your mind,
In capsulated by a thick barred cage
From which there is no escape.
You can't forget...............
And I can't win.
A Lady's Life

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A Love Story

I shall seek and find you.

I shall take you to bed and control you.

I will make you ache, shake and sweat until you grunt and groan.

I will make you beg for mercy.

I will exhaust you to the point that you will be relieved when I leave you.

And you will be weak for days.

All my love,

The Flu
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The policeman had the bar under surveillance a few minutes before closing time, so he could see who comes out drunk.

The first one out the door at 2:00 o'clock weaved down the sidewalk, then fell on the curb. Sluggishly got up, then tried his keys in five cars before finding his own car.

Once inside his car, he fumbled with his keys for 2 or 3 minutes.

Meanwhile, all the club patrons had gotten into their cars and driven away, leaving this one fellow quite alone in the parking lot.

Finally, he got his car started and began to very slowly drive away.

Immediately, the police car was behind him with lights flashing.

The policeman asked the man to take a breathalyser test, to which he readily agreed.

When the reading was 0.0%, the policeman said, "How can this be?"

To which the man replied, "Because tonight, I'm the designated decoy."
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Happy Sunday :)

Those Were The Days and then some

Be sure to refill the ice trays, we're going to have company.
Watch for the postman, I want to get this letter to Willie in the mail today.
Quit slamming the screen door when you go out!
Be sure and pull the windows down when you leave, it looks like a shower is coming up.

Don't forget to wind the clock before you go to bed.
Wash your feet before you go to bed, you've been playing outside all day barefooted.

Why can't you remember to roll up your britches legs? Getting them caught in the bicycle chain so many times is tearing them up.
You have torn the knees out of that pair of pants so many times there is nothing left to put a patch on.

Don't you go outside with your school clothes on.
Go comb your hair, it looks like the rats have nested in it all night.
Be sure and pour the cream off the top of the milk when
You open the new bottle.
Take that empty bottle to the store with you so you won't have to
Pay a deposit on another one.

Put a dish towel over the cake so the flies won't get on it.
Quit jumping on the floor! I have a cake in the oven and you are going to make it fall if you don't quit.
Let me know when the Fuller Brush man comes by, I need to get a few things from him.
You boys stay close by, the car may not start and I will need you to help push it off.

There's a dollar in my purse, get 5 gallons of gas when you go to town.
Open the back door and see if we can get a breeze through here, it is getting hot.

You can walk to the store, it won't hurt you to get some exercise.
Don't sit too close to the TV, It is hard on your eyes.

If you pull that stunt again, I am going to wear you out!
Don't lose that button, I'll sew it back on after a while.

Wash under your neck before you come to the table, you have beads of dirt and sweat all under there.
Get out from under the sewing machine, pumping it messes up the thread.
Be sure and fill the lamps this morning so we don't have to do that tonight in the dark.

Here, take this old magazine to the toilet with you when you go, we are almost out of paper out there.
Go out to the well and draw a bucket of water so I can wash dishes.
Don't turn the radio on now, I want the battery to be up when the Grand Ole Opry comes on.

No, I don't have 10 cents for you to go to the show. Do you think money grows on trees?
Eat those turnips, they'll make you big and strong like your daddy.
That dog is NOT coming in this house! I don't care how cold it is out there, dogs don't stay in the house.

Sit still! I'm trying to get your hair cut straight and you keep moving.
Hush your mouth, I don't want to hear words like that, I'll wash your mouth out with soap!
It is time for your system to be cleaned out. I am going to give you a dose of castor oil tonight.
If you get a spanking in school and I find out about it, you'll get another one when you get home.

Quit crossing your eyes, they will get stuck that way.
Soak your foot in this pan of kerosene so that bad cut won't get infected.
When you take your driving test, don't forget to signal each turn.
Left arm straight out the window for a left turn;
Left arm bent up at the elbow for a right turn;
And straight down to the side of the door when you are going to stop.

It's: 'Yes Ma'am' and 'No Ma'am' to me, young man, and don't you forget it!
Y'all come back now, ya hear.

Bring back any memories? It sure did for me!

The Fedora Hat

Reading Westras blog today, I remembered my own Dad.

His country house still stands and his fedora Hat is still hanging on the hook where he left it.

His boat and trailer is still in the garage.

Our scenic wall paper is still in the family room reminding us of all the nice pictures and times we had beside it.

I think , a time will come when it must come down but then I think, there are too many memories

here and the paper should be repainted and refreshed.

All the trees we planted together are tall now but his garden suffered because no one takes care of it and neighbors are

not what you expect.

They come in and help themselves to the flower bulbs and fruit trees robbing an unprotected property.

My Dad had a car standing there he kept to give to one of his grandchildren

and the neighbors came to ask me if they could take the hub caps.

I told them no. How arrogant of them to even ask, I thought . They replied, well we are nice.

We asked, but we could have taken them when you were not here.

This is where you learn what people are really like.

These are the same people who grazed on my parents garden and did nothing for themselves.

My parents worked and had plenty to share.

Now they ask when will you come and have a garden again? loll

I keep my Dads place because he built it and his last wish was for it to be passed onto his grandchildren because this was the only

Heritage he could leave them of himself. And so I keep the hat and glasses and some other things of his I want to frame and hang on the wall

For posterity.

Children don’t understand and not living there, we hardly made any memories for them out there.

Nevertheless, its our family place and we will return to it once the time is right.

Maybe we will make some memories, enough for them to want to come out there before we die.

The town however, took pictures of my Dads place and put it on record as his place being one of the first older homes being built there.

My Dad has become a part of the fabric of the towns beginning and growing.

He was well respected.

We have a few more years left before our second son goes off on his own and then I guess we will pack up the ship and head on

Back to the green green grass of home where we belong.

Back to my parents garden and big trees we planted. Back to the franklin stove we can here crackling in winter.

Back to the deer who visit us and the birds and other little critters like he fall ducks red and orange forests and winter ice fishing.

Back to the Appalachian mountains and the French language and the Richelieu River I swam and water ski id on.

Back to the Iroquois and Samuel de Champlain.

My Fathers house is rich in history and heritage. The life he was robbed of by war and politics he regained and made richer

By the life he led in anew country, as a young man,husband, father and grandfather.

He left a nice legacy and we should never forget it.

We try to instill values in our children to carry on and hope for it to live on when we are gone.

Our Home

I don't know if you remember when they made pictures out of wood where each intricate piece had to fit like in a jigsaw puzzle. This is one on my wall I happen to enjoy looking at. Different textures/designs of wood had to be cut out to create this piece.It's a peaceful scene
One wishes one could enter this world just to see what it would be like in real life.
I do not know who made this piece.

Let us not be so bold as to laugh and envy

Let us not snivel, nor drink of blood

Let us not conquer, not be conquered

For this is beneath any chivalrous romp

Let us dream of ideals and utopia

Let us plan for more generous days

Let our nights pass in deep, un stung memories

Of sweet tales that our kinsmen have lived and passed

Let us not sit and be silent

Let us not weep in remorse

Let us always stand tall and joyous

Waiting for night fall’s repose

The white snowy peaks of our mountains

Reflect the halo s of all of our souls

As we wait for God, here, to notice

That our home is the best in the world.

A Lady's Life

Do You Remember Me?

Do you remember me
The tenderness we shared
A child, I slept between your arms
And felt your warm breath upon my brow

Our secret love was a chance meeting
That carved a sweet memory deep within my soul
We could blame the rain, the loneliness
If it were not for recognizing each other,
not quite as strangers, from the past

Do you remember me?
Your blue eyes melted all my misery
Your veiled gaze floated me out of my skin
I was adrift in a warm salty sea
To horizons I have never been

Do you remember me? My brain
Pulsating like soldering volcano lava
I never knew your name
But your simple touch drove me insanity

I know I did enchant you as you did me
So Tell me why you left
You must have felt as deeply
I can’t believe that you did not

Was it the hand of destiny
That we had to part
Or was I a student of your charms
A fleeting passing moment…….
I think not.
ALADY'SLIFE

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Rainer Maria Rilke
For one human being to love another; that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks, the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation.

LIFE and MATURITY

Maturity

The look of innocence
From old eyes
That speak of spring
A tender smile
So knowing and kind
From lips that have once kissed deep
Drunk of life’s nectar and
Collected it for a winter’s day
Oh yes, La Boheme
Such as it was
An early bud
Pricked, torn
but still in bloom
Blue white and gold
Enshrined for all to see
Innocent in old blind eyes.
The spring of love still lives.
:)ALADY'SLIFE

Richard Bach
True love stories never have endings.

Easter Blessings

This week my blog is dedicated to Easter
It was always a special time for my family.
I can still see my Mom making her dough .
She’d collect her coffee cans weeks ahead to be ready.
She got all her ingredients together and had such painstaking
Love and pride in making her Easter bread.
They were her babies and she’d hover over them and
roll them so they stayed nice and round

She would make three / four runs at it, so we’d have about 25
by the time she was through, all different sizes.
They tasted so wonderful .

She never gave away her recipes,
But people would call her and ask
to exchange one of hers for one of theirs.
She could have said no but she never did.
It was her pleasure to make people happy.

My job was to make the pysanky eggs to give away.



My Dad would have the job of going to St Lawrence Street to get the special bacon
which could be eaten as is, and the schmaltz herring, the best in the whole world.
He would get the cheese to make the special cheese dish made for this occasion.
And the polish garlic sausage that was sold in rings and other kolbassa’s. like Moishes smoked meat.
They sold caviar in glass jars. It was always fresh.
Fresh salt was also included on the list.

You could never beat Montreal’s, St Lawrence Street, where food was concerned in those days.
The smells filled the street as you walked from store to store.
The old people knew their stuff and the secrets died along with them.
I have never tasted a bagel or a cheese knish, poppy seed danish or even rye bread, as good as the way
these people made them. Their stores never cried for customers.
They came in hoards and there was always enough.

The ovens baked continuously. People worked quickly.
It was a question of pride for them.
Being war survivors, food was important to enjoy.
And very few people were fat.

Preparing for Easter was a very big thing for our family
We always had a beautiful basket to take to church to be blessed.

Every family went out of their way for their baskets and it brought people
together because we could compare notes,
have nice things to talk about and share.

Today it is all changed. We throw away so many good traditions which are important
to raise good families.
We set examples for our children to follow and if nothing is important
to us, then nothing is important to them either.

So I dedicate this week to Easter.
I dedicate it to the Love this man Jesus, brought into my life.

I thank him for sending me to be born, live with and understand war survivors
who raised me to be a good person, and kept me ignorant of the ugliness
they had to go through, so I could have a child hood.
They could have been bitter but instead they learned what it meant to be alive
how to love, and how special every day is.

Though they may be gone, I carry them in my heart and soul and every day
I feel their presence all around me.
I see their eyes and their smiles.
I miss them
I miss their sunshine but I am happy knowing that where they are today
is a blessed place.
:)

Do I Make You Crazy?

MAYBE I’M CRAZY ........... about you.


We had a street full of fun neighbors. It was like a big family

Every one visited each other in their pyjamas.

If your light was on at 2 a m and they couldn’t sleep, we’d hear a knock on the door or

in the morning for break fast, some one would always pop in to share a coffee by the pool

Sometimes you’d wake up and look outside to see your neighbor cleaning your pool giving you hell for not cleaning it on time lol

6 am??????

It was great. This was about the same time when I was at my brattiest, monkeying around, doing things others would die of shame.

Like the time I brought a chair and sat in the middle of the street in front of my friend's house with some kids.

We clowned around, hooted and hollered with balloons, bells and whistles and party hats, dressed as clowns,

doing the splits and hoola hoop, singing Happy Birthday etc…. when we saw her husband come home from work.

It was a birthday he will never forget.

We did it for half an hour before we left, totally embarrassing him.

Then the time at school when the principal was giving a speech and saying something like, well you know,,, it’s like,

You will never kiss the person next to you. It’s just socially not done.

I stood up and said never say never.

Nothing wrong with that and chomped a biggy on my friend’s cheek.

She blushed from ear to ear holding her purse tight and all the parents burst out laughing.

We sure dumfounded the principal. He didn’t know what to say then.

I blew his speech right out the window, brazen woman that I was.

lol

I asked other people around “Who else wants one?” and they all laughed and clapped their hands.

Inside I kept hoping he was right and that I wouldn’t get in too deep with this one. Loll

Kissing my friend was easy. Loll Watching her blush was even more fun than watching the Principal swearing under his breath lol

But it sure was a needed gafaw to make people laugh, with all of life’s pressures.

Lots has changed since then but not life’s pressures.
We just keep carrying them around on our backs and they keep getting heavier.

We had this tiny man walking this huge BULL MASTIFF by our house every day.

The dog was a horse and wore a Captain’s hat.

I have never seen one like it since. The leg of this dog, above the ankle, must have been at least 4 inches across.

The head was the size of a small horse except it was round and wide.

I thought if he ever chomped on someone, it definitely would be the end.

I said to the guy:" Gosh, you can ride him. What happens if he sees a cat or something?"

He said not this dog. He is perfectly trained.

Too bad he didn’t have a bag to collect what the dog was not trained for lol.

We had a great street where nothing was impossible to see or to do

Halloween was a lot of fun. I dressed up like a humped witch and we acted out the Hansel and Gretel story one year, on the front lawn,

making kids afraid to be cooked and made into pudding.

We had a cauldron full and I told them this is what they will become if they stepped into my house for candy. Loll

Another time I dressed up as an angry witch with a Disney land shot gun scaring not only the kids but the parents as well.Being yelled at by a person in a mask can be scary not to mention hard to repeat all night.

When some one would come up my walk I’d run out screaming, asking why they came here, to steal my candy? and then forgiving them and giving them their treats.

They had to be brave and dig for it in my pocket while snakes came out from behind my collar.

Every one told every one they met, to go to this house. Loll

My oldest walked in front of the house very slowly like the grim reaper for effect.

Going crazy sometimes is a lot of fun especially if you have a good group to go crazy with. Loll

You make lots of good memories not only for yourself but for all the people living around you

Gnarls Barkley - Crazy