Halloween Memories, Pt. 2

The guests are gone, my friend decided to throw a garage sale instead of packing and didn't need my help today, the laundry's going, and I'm trying to get somewhat organized. I remember some of you wanted to see some of our past costumes, so here are a few:


Asher and Sarah (my nephew and niece). Ash is an 'Ashbot' my brother constructed from bits and pieces in his garage....Sarah was in love with fairies that year...


Brother Steve as Calvin in his spaceship from the comic strip 'Calvin and Hobbes'


I guess dad can't think of anything scarier than Richard Nixon, because this was the second time he went as the former 'tricky dick.' My 'Mummy' -- even mummies like triskets; wonder how she's going to eat them?


Excy the night he was 'the ghoul in the road' (see earlier post). Thankfully he has finally quit smoking -- that was what I found truly scary!

Okay -- short story: after college I wanted to roam out west and I wanted to learn to snow ski. I ended up in Alta, UT. I liked it so much I stayed a few seasons. My then-boyfriend was a photographer. One Halloween we got a gig photographing guests at a fancy ski lodge opening in Park City. Salt Lake City was just down the valley. In UT, the Osmonds are local royalty. I was still in UT when Marie Osmond got married, and the experience was akin to Princess Di's nuptials -- all manner of media, withTV coverage on all local channels, streets cleared for a big parade to the crystal cathedral (or whatever that monstrosity is called), people all excited about watching the procession -- businesses and shops closed for the occasion -- Anyway, at this Halloween party, around midnight, Donny Osmond appears, dressed head to toe in white -- tuxedo, cape, shoes -- I go up to him brandishing the camera and ask him who he's supposed to be. Dude got so offended. He drew himself up and kind of tossed his hair and said, "I'M Donny Osmond!" He was so indignant I didn't have the heart to tell him I knew who he was, I was just yanking his chain.

There was also a fortune-teller there who told me I wouldn't be ending up with that particular boyfriend (I didn't) and that the world was going to end 'soon' (this was in 1981; I guess I should've pressed more on her definition of 'soon.')