Not that many people decorated their yard this year. This display is located down the street from my house. There is this and another display similar to it on the left hand side of the yard. At night orange lights light up the area. I hope it scared some of the Trick-or-Treaters.
My son lives in a subdivision that is popular for Trick-or-Treaters, and he and his wife go all out to celebrate Halloween.
The town has a major function at the Courthouse square and afterwards the cars start lining up. This year it was held on Thursday night.
This was the first ‘batch’ of kids. Notice the delicate face paint on the two girls on the right. Some of the kids didn’t even say ‘Trick or Treat’ – they just held out their bag waiting for the candy to be dropped in. Though some parents trained their kids well and they did say ‘thank you’ and one bunch all said, ‘nice house’ which we thought was funny.
I thought this costume was original as well. Note the wagon in the left background that someone pulled around with kids inside. We saw princess outfits, several Ninja Turtles, Elvis, Michael Jackson, a really gruesome werewolf and a devil with a huge red face that scared a two year old when he saw it. Most of the costumes were bought, some were homemade and surprisingly, there were a few kids with no costumes at all.
After the Trick-or-Treaters left, we started eating. Here are some of the appetizers that my daughter-in-law made.
We had seafood gumbo, and several other dishes, including my white chocolate bread pudding, then watched the Saints play football on television. And yeah! they won!!!
But the best thing was the family present. All six of my kids, some of the grandkids…in costume. Extended family. All enjoying each other’s company. That is what is wonderful!
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In the Deep South, one of the first questions asked when meeting someone new in a small town is, “Who’s your daddy?” The answer defines you as a person. Not knowing is disheartening.
Sara McLaughlin never knew she was adopted and is stunned to realize that if she wants to find out the questions burning in her brain as to the ‘why’ she was given up at birth, and who her father might be, she has to live in her birth mother’s apartment for the next six weeks.
Grant St. Romain, attorney, is supposed to be helping, but the hunky dimpled devil is making her mind think of other things.
Can she find the truth? Or will she break her heart trying to find out the answers in Boggy Bayou, where many secrets are hidden?