What’s Halloween if not a chance to dress up in a wacky, spooky, sexy or politically incorrect costume?
Here are some from our scrapbook.
For the record that was me going through the drive up window at Burger King on my way to a Halloween party.
My Mom died just before Halloween in 1983. A bright moment of the trip was the chance for my son Brian to do his first Trick or Treat in my old neighborhood. After a couple of shy stops, he then took to swinging his light saber back and forth to clear the porch of fellow trick or treaters.
Here we are two years later at Grandpa’s House in California. Tim and Brian got to Treat or Treat TWICE that year because Laughlin AFB did theirs early. Is that Timmy wearing the Transformers? How could that be?
That’s Timmy (Number Two Son) wearing my Gi in Germany. Was I ever that small? Wow.
Equal Time- That’s me when I was three and out for my first Trick or Treat. We also had a costume party at the NCO club there at Fort Lee, Virginia. I won first place AFTER I took off the mask.
After a couple of trips to Turkey you wind up with the whole Get-Up. We call the head dress “The Table Cloth and a Couple of Fan Belts” .
A “Bush for President” campaign button rounds out the costume.
It was supposed to be “An Old Man” but with the silver hair combed back and contacts I became Bill Clinton. I had a small bottle of fake blood which made the “Patient” get worse as the night went on. We won Second Place.
Here we are again. This time in recycled Ren Fair Outfits.
We would decorate the house for Halloween like most do for Christmas. It was our Anniversary. In 2004 we had a full up Haunted House on our porch. Scary music, smoke, cobwebs, jack-o-lanterns that talked. I was Death, with a voice changer. Lissa sat on a Playskool chair and we put a cardboard box on her. We covered the box with black cloth and she wore a basket like a necklace. Grey makeup and hair color spray and lace scarf over her and she was ready. Full sized candy bars were put out as bait.
A little princess. maybe six years old inched towards us with her teenaged brother in tow. I lifted my mask and said it was okay. As she was getting her treats, her brother was eyeing the Hershey bar. As he reached for it, Lissa cocked her head up and said, “Happy Halloween”.
He screamed, “SHIT!” as disappeared into the night like a cartoon character leave his little sister on the porch. She turned to Lissa and said,
She left our porch munching a full sized Hershey bar.
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Here are some Lucky Puppies dressed up for Halloween. Check out the Stereo Speaker and the Table Cloth and a Couple of Fan Belts.
Could she smile a bigger smile than that? I think not.
After the divorce, we took turns dressing Rosie up for Halloween. Mom won the series with “Supergirl”.