How the weather al­most ru­ined Hal­loween!

Truro Daily News - - WEATHER - Chief Me­te­o­rol­o­gist Cindy Day

As is the case with snow, not ev­ery­one shares my love for Hal­loween. I am for­tu­nate to have won­der­ful mem­o­ries of so many Hal­loweens back on the farm.

Not long af­ter the Thanks­giv­ing turkey left­overs were gone, we started to plan our cos­tumes; they were homemade, of course, items that were thrown to­gether: wigs, old coats, walk­ing canes, you name it! We al­ways did

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Some years I’d wish we lived in the city where my friends would brag about fill­ing pillowcases with candy. Hal­loween wasn’t quite that lu­cra­tive in the coun­try. There were very few homes, long lanes and big dogs. When we were very young, mom would drive us around, usu­ally to about a half dozen homes. There was one lady, a few con­ces­sions over, who made amaz­ing fudge. She lived down a very long lane and had a big dog that barked a lot. My sis­ter was afraid of the dog and didn’t get out of the car. The dog’s bark was worse than his bite, so ev­ery year I went to the door alone and got some of that de­li­cious fudge. Ev­ery year mom would make me share my fudge with my sis­ter … that was “the right thing to do.” To this day, I never told mom or my sis­ter Monique that Mme The­o­ret gave me some fudge for her too. There was an­other stop along the way that was unique: a lovely fam­ily who would only hand out treats if we sang a song or did a trick for them. We planned ahead for that one. We were for­tu­nate to have a lovely small church on our con­ces­sion. Most years, the Oeg­gerli boys – from a few farms down – would hide along the ceme­tery fence and when we got close, they would jump up and down on the rusty page wire. The loud squeak­ing sound was quickly drowned out by our screams as we ran back to­wards the farm as quickly as our legs would take us. They got us ev­ery year.

My fond­est Hal­loween mem­ory was born from a change in the weather. Monique and I had de­cided on our cos­tumes and mom had put them to­gether beau­ti­fully: a scary witch and a lovely princess. The day be­fore Hal­loween, an early snow­storm hit the area. We were both so up­set; not only was it white but very cold, too! How could we go trick-or-treat­ing with our cos­tumes? We couldn’t put a coat on over them! Not a prob­lem for my clever mom. She got out our snow­suits, cut some large patches of fab­ric and sewed them onto the suit. She then stuffed a long tail, made ears for the hood and voila! We were the warm­est cats in Glen­garry county.

I wish ev­ery­one a happy, safe Hal­loween… filled with mo­ments you will re­call many years down the road. If you’re still for­tu­nate enough to have your mom, give her a call and thank her for the mem­o­ries.

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