It has been quite a while since I have written, but it has only been several hours since you were in my morning thoughts and prayers.

Take care — so many, many times and many, many places we have thought of you, your spouse, music / especially the organ, and, of course, your special pooch, over these past months.

dick gale, laguna woods, CA

I’m sorry you are not feeling well. This time of year always reminds me of a story….

It was a dark Halloween night!! (As any good story should begin.) As a little girl living in the country we were not allowed to go trick-or-treating very often, but this year was an exception. My family, Mom, Dad, Leesa, Brad and I all traveled the short distance to my grandparents house to trick-or-treat, or mostly trick. Now my grandparents didn’t take trick-or- treaters, so I started walking slowly up the sidewalk in my princess costume to a very dark house. I rang the doorbell. My grandmother appeared, put candy in my bag and turned to go back inside. “It’s me Grandma!” I pleaded. She was very excited to see me. My Mom, Dad and sister and I all went into the house. We pretended my brother stayed at home. After some conversation the doorbell rang again. This time my brother, with his six feet two inch stature stood in the door. He wore a winter cap that covered all of his face except his mouth. He looked like a giant and carried a huge garbage bag that stretched almost to the floor as his treat bag. He yelled out “Trick- or-Treat!” in strange voice. My Mom, Dad, Sister and I could hardly control our laughter. Now not recognizing him my sweet grandma began filling the enormous garbage bag with candy. At the same time my Grandfather sat up in his chair and said something in German. My brother soon let them off the hook and we all had a very good laugh.

Hope this brings you a little seasonal cheer. I can still see Grandpa in his chair. We wish you and your family a blessed harvest season.

Lynda