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RE: Happy Curmudgeon Halloween ~ REDUX ~ An Original, (Somewhat) Short Story, With One Photograph Of A Pumpkin ~

Okay, gotta say that you have me beat, the worst loot we ever got was from on old lady named Sally and an even older lady named Helen. Sally seemed to forget about Halloween every year, either that or it was too much bother to buy candy, so she'd simply grab her change jar and give us a handful of mostly pennies, with maybe a dime and nickel in it, once in awhile someone would hit pay dirt with a quarter. But Helen...apples. Not caramel apples or candied apples, just plain apples. But it was fun kicking them into people's yards!

No one would dare give kids apples these days, or anything that doesn't have a wrapper. They might have cautioned about it when I was young, but it was still done. Not anymore.

Thanks for the memories:)

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So very welcome. Great story, classic neighborhood ladies. So funny how as adults we love apples, but as a kid, it's an insult to get one over candy on the 31st. Guess something changes as our brains grow up alongside our bodies.