Category Archives: Holidays

It’s the seventh day of Christmas


2013Mummers052016 is nearly over. Tomorrow we’ll start a new year, and the Mummers will be parading through Philadelphia again.

On the second day of Christmas

2016christmastree01…okay, it needs to come down soon, but for now it’s still pretty.


Merry Christmas to All


Trick or Treat…


We’re moving. In a week and a half, the movers will show up and carry furniture away.

We’re not going far though, so it seemed to make sense to provide candy for trick-or-treaters at both houses. My husband stayed at our old (current) place, and I headed off to the new one.

Now, there are never very many kids going around collecting goodies on this street; on a busy Halloween, we might get as many as eight. The new block is different.

At first, I started to think all the children on that street were going to skip our house (it’s been empty for a while). A group of about a dozen almost passed me by, until one of their leaders – a girl of ten or eleven – glanced down the driveway as they passed. She did a double take, called her friends back, and pointed excitedly at my car. A minute later, they were all scrambling up the front steps.

Things picked up after that. Four or five young kids watched over by a father who stayed down on the sidewalk and waved to me as they left. A few elementary school age youngsters. A little boy, about three, who had given up and was headed back to his mommy by the time I opened the door; she had to coax him into turning around and trying again. Another large group of kids, this one escorted by several parents. A cluster that looked like one large group of fifteen or so, but split up as they left – I think more and more kids noticed and joined in as the first, smaller, batch was collecting their candy. All in all, I passed out goodies to forty or more children, and at least that many went by the front door without trying the house. I think we’ll have a busy Halloween next year. (Meanwhile, my husband had one, count ’em, one trick or treater.)

Oh, and that horse? Skeleton horse? Not mine. It’s standing next to a house around the corner from here.