Halloween

Although the Halloween memories are somewhat vague, there are still smells and feelings undeniably associated with that night.
In Rexburg, Idaho there is an old lady who lives in a house, a big farm house. She frequently invited me in for pie and Shasta name brand soda in her clean spacious kitchen where she fed lots of growing boys. On Halloween she would give out warm popcorn balls and candied apples. She was everyones veritable grandma. I only regret that I didn't enjoy it more at the time as I was influenced by other youngsters that sought out the dispersion of full-sized chocolate bars in rich neighborhoods in town on the hill. Those are the kids who got to shower every day.
But the little old lady who lives in the country still smiles when children show up and offers pie with a side of Shasta.