The simplicity of my day to day. |
| Prompt: Have fun with these words: ghosts, spiders, pumpkins, scarecrows. children, moon, vegetation and confrontation. I didn’t grow up with Halloween. Born in 1944 in England the war still hadn’t ended and the children old enough to remember bombs being dropped and all the confrontation which war brings wanted nothing more than peace, well their parents certainly did. I do remember scarecrows though in the farmer’s field next to us. It stood there for years surrounded by vegetation and would occasionally sport a new jacket or hat. When we walked past the field in the dark and the moon was full we would see him still on guard from any pesky bird who might still be awake. We definitely told ghost stories, my brothers who were older than me delighted in scaring me half to death. One of my childhood delights was to sit on the steps leading down to our garden and put flies into spiderwebs and watch for the spider to come out of his crevice between the rocks. A bit of a gory sort of kid, obviously. When my dad returned from the war after six years he recovered slowly and I think by growing a vegetable garden it helped him. He was a great gardener and when I was old enough I would love to help in the garden and he let me have my own pumpkin patch, but we never carved one. |