Susan Spess Shay

Still playing make believe.


Happy Halloween!

Minnie Mouse in Mickey Mouse Works (1999)

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Do you remember Halloween when you were a kid?

We used to wear our costumes to school and have parties to celebrate the fun day.

I tried to think of the earliest Halloween I could. It was when we lived in The Ford, way back in the day. I remember a party we had at my grandparents’ house when we all wore costumes, but I probably only remember that because of the picture of me and all my cousins in costumes. (It had to be a big picture to get all those cousins in.) 

The first one I remember for sure is the one right after we moved to C-Town. Sister Debbie and I were so excited to go trick-or-treating in our new Small Town World. And the best part was, our friends, Janie and Sally, were coming to trick-or-treat with us.

We got dressed and waited for them. It seemed as if they were never going to get there, so Mom let us go next door to trick-or-treat our neighbors, Tom and Jane.

Debbie dressed up as Minnie Mouse, with official (Minnie Mouse ears and everything!) and I dressed up as a witch. (My kids would tell you that was prophetic. Bwa-ha-ha-ha!) We took our t-0r-t bags and trailed up the small hill to the neighbors and rang the bell.

Tom was tall and slender with only a small rim of hair on his head. It seems he always had a funny tale to tell, and even if he wasn’t telling something funny, he had laughter in his voice, just saying hello. And Jane was one of the sweetest women I’d ever met. (Most women were sweet back then, come to think of it.)

They took us inside, took our pictures, talked to us a little, then let us choose something for our treat bags. I don’t really remember the treat. I do remember that they made us glad we rang their doorbell.

We wandered back home to watch out our big picture window while we waited for Janie and Sally. Finally, their car pulled up in front of our house. Then another car pulled up behind them. And another, and another, until a whole line of cars was there.

Mom and Dad’s friends from The Ford had come to C-Town to give them a surprise house-warming. Our new house, which had been empty and lonely just a few days before when we moved in, was filled with warmth and light because the great people from The Ford took their Halloween night to share their love with us.

I don’t remember if there was anything to eat or gifts, but I remember a bunch of people in our house and being very glad that C-Town really wasn’t that far from home at all.

Did you trick-or-treat as a kid? What’s the earliest Halloween you remember?


Trick or Treat!


I’m ready for Halloween with a whole week to spare!

Can you believe it? I’m ahead of the game . . . for me, anyway.

Yes, the shoe fits! (Bwa-ha-ha-ha!)

A little light to scare the pupper in the night.

And watch this. (I don’t know if it’ll work or not.)

It didn’t. 😦

When you touch the pumpkin head above, he says, “Happy Halloween! Bwa-ha-ha-ha-ha!” I love it. If I knew how, I’d make it my phone’s ring tone. But since I’m doing good to be able to post this blog, I doubt I’ll get ‘er done.

A friend gave me these a few years ago. I’m not sure where she found all the treasures she shared with me, but I still enjoy them so much.

This guy sits on the table between my man and me. Isn’t it cute? I bought it right after my breakable Halloween candy dish fell to its death. (For some reason, that table gets a little crowded–most of the time.)

Now maybe we can save some for the kids! 🙂 I’ll probably have to make another trip to the store for more, though. I don’t know where it’s all going. Maybe Molly is sneaking candy when we aren’t looking.


It Halloween! Bwa-ha-ha-ha-ha!

October 31st . . . Halloween. Happy birthday, all you Jack-o-Lanterns.

Do you look forward to Halloween? I used to, but since my kids aren’t living at home anymore (the little rats moved out and got homes of their own) and I don’t have any little monsters to dress up, it’s lost much of its glamour.

So tonight (Halloween Eve) I suggested to G-Man that we go to Papa John’s for a pizza. Papa John's Pizza

I called in the order, and as we left Smallville (our immediate small town on the lake) the streets were empty. But when we came home, less than 30 minutes later, the roads were clogged with trick-or-treaters and their parents and their cars.

Not only a street full of munchkins on the night before Halloween, but there was a big trailer holding a load of hay and kids on my dead-end street. (I still down know how they got turned around.)

Like the hospitable hosts we are (snork!) we hoped we could sneak inside and turn out all the lights before someone caught us and wanted part ofa slice, but as I stepped onto the porch I saw a tall dark figure.


“Did I scare you?”

Of course, I knew the kid’s mama (this is a small world, remember?) so I loaded him up on candy bars. (dentists gotta live, too) and said, “I’m turning off all the lights now, so don’t fall down as you leave.”

Hey, I could hear the voices of more kids heading my way. If they’d made it before I got the lights off, I’d have to share more candy. 

No. Way.

Tonight I’ll be working the Lemonade Brigade at my church’s Harvest Hoedown unless I get fired for forcing kids to say “please” and “thank you” and making them keep their dirty fingers out of other people’s cups.

If I get voted “Wicked Witch of the West”, I’ll be sure and let you know.