My oldest son, Steve, and his second Halloween. His first Halloween he and I were still in the hospital. When Steve was born we lived in Topeka where the streets are named after the Presidents. We were living at Sixth and Harrison. The main street is Kansas Ave and we were three blocks away. Steve was not very old and slept in a fancy buggy. My husband who was a reporter on the morning paper called to say that the Walgreen store at 8th and Kansas was on fire and did I want to see it. Steve was asleep and the weather was warm so I went out the door and was off to see the fire. It was pretty scary but I was more afraid to go back so I went the three blocks to Kansas Ave and the two blocks to 8th and Ray was waiting. I got a spot across the street to watch. One fireman said to Ray "Look at that crazy woman over there with a baby buggy" and Ray told him it was his wife. Next door to Walgreens was a men's clothing store that had a male statue of a man and the fireman kept apologizing to the model like he was real. So Steve went to his first fire.
On the real Halloween I had made him a little clown suit and we went to visit grandparents. He had a little pumpkin which I put a candle in. As we knocked on the door his candle flamed up and caught his clown suit sleeve on fire. We put it right out so he was not hurt.
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Mary Grace, that reminds me of Halloween holidays before the kids were hauled over the mall to trick or treat--running around in the dark on a warm autumn night. What fun that was. Thank you for bringing it back! Joan G.
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