These 3 brass pumpkins have been around for as long as I can remember.
They came from Turkey.
They came from Turkey.
My dad was stationed there.
Some of my earliest memories are of when he was stationed away from us.
Some of my earliest memories are of when he was stationed away from us.
These were one of the treasures he brought back home.
I have kept them stored away for most of my adult years.
Mostly because of the controversy of Halloween.
My kids saw them for the first time this year.
After I welcomed the shelves into my dining room, I had a spot.
I remembered these 3 guys.
Then after our trip to the pumpkin patch,
Dad's Bud added his Boo Pumpkin.
Dad's Bud added his Boo Pumpkin.
It works, I like it.
Growing up, my mom stored them in her cedar chest.
When they came out, I always assumed they were mine.
My birthday is afterall, on Halloween.
Made perfect sense to my child's mind.
When they came out, I always assumed they were mine.
My birthday is afterall, on Halloween.
Made perfect sense to my child's mind.
Recently, Dad visited and saw my shelves.
Next, he asked, how I came to have them.
He frowned, when I told him, they were mine and Mom gave them to me.
That is when the story came out.
3 children.
3 pumpkins.
Sigh, I took my brother's and sister's pumpkins.
Silly childish mind and memory.
Sorry SiS!
2 comments:
so can I make a goofy 'favorite' joke here?
just kidding. I love you sis, and honestly I always thought the same about those pumpkins ~ that they are yours.
If you are inclined to break up your trio next year, I do have a fine spot for one.
Can I make a little sister joke here... Do you want to safe keep our little brother's. You are older after all. ;)
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