Hearing stories lately about what kids did on Halloween, made me think of the Wilsons*. Mr. and Mrs. Wilson, they lived in a perfect little white house at the end of my block. They had a perfect lawn and both liked to tend to their house, yard, and garden.
Their garden was grand for the small plot they had. Many vegetables grew thanks to their loving hands. You couldn't walk by without an offer of a delicious fresh vegetable or fruit.
For Halloween they passed out caramel apples. The scent of cooked caramel hit you before you git their porch. We wouldn't dream of not biting right in. Even after a razor blade scare in the media, neighbors would not hesitate to send their little ones to The Wilson's for a fresh candy apple. My mom always got one too!
Almost every day I walked past their house, both were either working in their yard or sitting, smiling together on their daily-swept porch. They must have been in their seventies. No children of their own, but all the neighborhood kids were certainly theirs!
My mom gasped as she read the newspaper: "Elderly couple die in sleep from gas leak."
Just that quick, The Wilson's were gone. Their furnace or stove killed them.
I walked down to their house. It looked so...quiet. A few weeks later it looked awful. The yard was horribly overgrown, the smell of rotting food was thick in the still air. I have no memory of the yard ever looking mowed again. I only remember it looking like weeds.
When I think of The Wilsons, I will smell candied apples and popcorn balls (I just remembered the popcorn balls!), and a happy couple who grew old together with sweet dreams.
*I can't recall their names.
Monday, November 14, 2011
Gardens, Candy for Kids, Lovers: Characters I Have Known
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Hearing stories lately about what kids did on Halloween, made me think of the Wilsons*. Mr. and Mrs. Wilson, they lived in a perfect little white house at the end of my block. They had a perfect lawn and both liked to tend to their house, yard, and garden.
Their garden was grand for the small plot they had. Many vegetables grew thanks to their loving hands. You couldn't walk by without an offer of a delicious fresh vegetable or fruit.
For Halloween they passed out caramel apples. The scent of cooked caramel hit you before you git their porch. We wouldn't dream of not biting right in. Even after a razor blade scare in the media, neighbors would not hesitate to send their little ones to The Wilson's for a fresh candy apple. My mom always got one too!
Almost every day I walked past their house, both were either working in their yard or sitting, smiling together on their daily-swept porch. They must have been in their seventies. No children of their own, but all the neighborhood kids were certainly theirs!
My mom gasped as she read the newspaper: "Elderly couple die in sleep from gas leak."
Just that quick, The Wilson's were gone. Their furnace or stove killed them.
I walked down to their house. It looked so...quiet. A few weeks later it looked awful. The yard was horribly overgrown, the smell of rotting food was thick in the still air. I have no memory of the yard ever looking mowed again. I only remember it looking like weeds.
When I think of The Wilsons, I will smell candied apples and popcorn balls (I just remembered the popcorn balls!), and a happy couple who grew old together with sweet dreams.
*I can't recall their names.
Hearing stories lately about what kids did on Halloween, made me think of the Wilsons*. Mr. and Mrs. Wilson, they lived in a perfect little white house at the end of my block. They had a perfect lawn and both liked to tend to their house, yard, and garden.
Their garden was grand for the small plot they had. Many vegetables grew thanks to their loving hands. You couldn't walk by without an offer of a delicious fresh vegetable or fruit.
For Halloween they passed out caramel apples. The scent of cooked caramel hit you before you git their porch. We wouldn't dream of not biting right in. Even after a razor blade scare in the media, neighbors would not hesitate to send their little ones to The Wilson's for a fresh candy apple. My mom always got one too!
Almost every day I walked past their house, both were either working in their yard or sitting, smiling together on their daily-swept porch. They must have been in their seventies. No children of their own, but all the neighborhood kids were certainly theirs!
My mom gasped as she read the newspaper: "Elderly couple die in sleep from gas leak."
Just that quick, The Wilson's were gone. Their furnace or stove killed them.
I walked down to their house. It looked so...quiet. A few weeks later it looked awful. The yard was horribly overgrown, the smell of rotting food was thick in the still air. I have no memory of the yard ever looking mowed again. I only remember it looking like weeds.
When I think of The Wilsons, I will smell candied apples and popcorn balls (I just remembered the popcorn balls!), and a happy couple who grew old together with sweet dreams.
*I can't recall their names.
Hearing stories lately about what kids did on Halloween, made me think of the Wilsons*. Mr. and Mrs. Wilson, they lived in a perfect little white house at the end of my block. They had a perfect lawn and both liked to tend to their house, yard, and garden.
Their garden was grand for the small plot they had. Many vegetables grew thanks to their loving hands. You couldn't walk by without an offer of a delicious fresh vegetable or fruit.
For Halloween they passed out caramel apples. The scent of cooked caramel hit you before you git their porch. We wouldn't dream of not biting right in. Even after a razor blade scare in the media, neighbors would not hesitate to send their little ones to The Wilson's for a fresh candy apple. My mom always got one too!
Almost every day I walked past their house, both were either working in their yard or sitting, smiling together on their daily-swept porch. They must have been in their seventies. No children of their own, but all the neighborhood kids were certainly theirs!
My mom gasped as she read the newspaper: "Elderly couple die in sleep from gas leak."
Just that quick, The Wilson's were gone. Their furnace or stove killed them.
I walked down to their house. It looked so...quiet. A few weeks later it looked awful. The yard was horribly overgrown, the smell of rotting food was thick in the still air. I have no memory of the yard ever looking mowed again. I only remember it looking like weeds.
When I think of The Wilsons, I will smell candied apples and popcorn balls (I just remembered the popcorn balls!), and a happy couple who grew old together with sweet dreams.
*I can't recall their names.
Hearing stories lately about what kids did on Halloween, made me think of the Wilsons*. Mr. and Mrs. Wilson, they lived in a perfect little white house at the end of my block. They had a perfect lawn and both liked to tend to their house, yard, and garden.
Their garden was grand for the small plot they had. Many vegetables grew thanks to their loving hands. You couldn't walk by without an offer of a delicious fresh vegetable or fruit.
For Halloween they passed out caramel apples. The scent of cooked caramel hit you before you git their porch. We wouldn't dream of not biting right in. Even after a razor blade scare in the media, neighbors would not hesitate to send their little ones to The Wilson's for a fresh candy apple. My mom always got one too!
Almost every day I walked past their house, both were either working in their yard or sitting, smiling together on their daily-swept porch. They must have been in their seventies. No children of their own, but all the neighborhood kids were certainly theirs!
My mom gasped as she read the newspaper: "Elderly couple die in sleep from gas leak."
Just that quick, The Wilson's were gone. Their furnace or stove killed them.
I walked down to their house. It looked so...quiet. A few weeks later it looked awful. The yard was horribly overgrown, the smell of rotting food was thick in the still air. I have no memory of the yard ever looking mowed again. I only remember it looking like weeds.
When I think of The Wilsons, I will smell candied apples and popcorn balls (I just remembered the popcorn balls!), and a happy couple who grew old together with sweet dreams.
*I can't recall their names.
Hearing stories lately about what kids did on Halloween, made me think of the Wilsons*. Mr. and Mrs. Wilson, they lived in a perfect little white house at the end of my block. They had a perfect lawn and both liked to tend to their house, yard, and garden.
Their garden was grand for the small plot they had. Many vegetables grew thanks to their loving hands. You couldn't walk by without an offer of a delicious fresh vegetable or fruit.
For Halloween they passed out caramel apples. The scent of cooked caramel hit you before you git their porch. We wouldn't dream of not biting right in. Even after a razor blade scare in the media, neighbors would not hesitate to send their little ones to The Wilson's for a fresh candy apple. My mom always got one too!
Almost every day I walked past their house, both were either working in their yard or sitting, smiling together on their daily-swept porch. They must have been in their seventies. No children of their own, but all the neighborhood kids were certainly theirs!
My mom gasped as she read the newspaper: "Elderly couple die in sleep from gas leak."
Just that quick, The Wilson's were gone. Their furnace or stove killed them.
I walked down to their house. It looked so...quiet. A few weeks later it looked awful. The yard was horribly overgrown, the smell of rotting food was thick in the still air. I have no memory of the yard ever looking mowed again. I only remember it looking like weeds.
When I think of The Wilsons, I will smell candied apples and popcorn balls (I just remembered the popcorn balls!), and a happy couple who grew old together with sweet dreams.
*I can't recall their names.
Hearing stories lately about what kids did on Halloween, made me think of the Wilsons*. Mr. and Mrs. Wilson, they lived in a perfect little white house at the end of my block. They had a perfect lawn and both liked to tend to their house, yard, and garden.
Their garden was grand for the small plot they had. Many vegetables grew thanks to their loving hands. You couldn't walk by without an offer of a delicious fresh vegetable or fruit.
For Halloween they passed out caramel apples. The scent of cooked caramel hit you before you git their porch. We wouldn't dream of not biting right in. Even after a razor blade scare in the media, neighbors would not hesitate to send their little ones to The Wilson's for a fresh candy apple. My mom always got one too!
Almost every day I walked past their house, both were either working in their yard or sitting, smiling together on their daily-swept porch. They must have been in their seventies. No children of their own, but all the neighborhood kids were certainly theirs!
My mom gasped as she read the newspaper: "Elderly couple die in sleep from gas leak."
Just that quick, The Wilson's were gone. Their furnace or stove killed them.
I walked down to their house. It looked so...quiet. A few weeks later it looked awful. The yard was horribly overgrown, the smell of rotting food was thick in the still air. I have no memory of the yard ever looking mowed again. I only remember it looking like weeds.
When I think of The Wilsons, I will smell candied apples and popcorn balls (I just remembered the popcorn balls!), and a happy couple who grew old together with sweet dreams.
*I can't recall their names.
Hearing stories lately about what kids did on Halloween, made me think of the Wilsons*. Mr. and Mrs. Wilson, they lived in a perfect little white house at the end of my block. They had a perfect lawn and both liked to tend to their house, yard, and garden.
Their garden was grand for the small plot they had. Many vegetables grew thanks to their loving hands. You couldn't walk by without an offer of a delicious fresh vegetable or fruit.
For Halloween they passed out caramel apples. The scent of cooked caramel hit you before you git their porch. We wouldn't dream of not biting right in. Even after a razor blade scare in the media, neighbors would not hesitate to send their little ones to The Wilson's for a fresh candy apple. My mom always got one too!
Almost every day I walked past their house, both were either working in their yard or sitting, smiling together on their daily-swept porch. They must have been in their seventies. No children of their own, but all the neighborhood kids were certainly theirs!
My mom gasped as she read the newspaper: "Elderly couple die in sleep from gas leak."
Just that quick, The Wilson's were gone. Their furnace or stove killed them.
I walked down to their house. It looked so...quiet. A few weeks later it looked awful. The yard was horribly overgrown, the smell of rotting food was thick in the still air. I have no memory of the yard ever looking mowed again. I only remember it looking like weeds.
When I think of The Wilsons, I will smell candied apples and popcorn balls (I just remembered the popcorn balls!), and a happy couple who grew old together with sweet dreams.
*I can't recall their names.
Hearing stories lately about what kids did on Halloween, made me think of the Wilsons*. Mr. and Mrs. Wilson, they lived in a perfect little white house at the end of my block. They had a perfect lawn and both liked to tend to their house, yard, and garden.
Their garden was grand for the small plot they had. Many vegetables grew thanks to their loving hands. You couldn't walk by without an offer of a delicious fresh vegetable or fruit.
For Halloween they passed out caramel apples. The scent of cooked caramel hit you before you git their porch. We wouldn't dream of not biting right in. Even after a razor blade scare in the media, neighbors would not hesitate to send their little ones to The Wilson's for a fresh candy apple. My mom always got one too!
Almost every day I walked past their house, both were either working in their yard or sitting, smiling together on their daily-swept porch. They must have been in their seventies. No children of their own, but all the neighborhood kids were certainly theirs!
My mom gasped as she read the newspaper: "Elderly couple die in sleep from gas leak."
Just that quick, The Wilson's were gone. Their furnace or stove killed them.
I walked down to their house. It looked so...quiet. A few weeks later it looked awful. The yard was horribly overgrown, the smell of rotting food was thick in the still air. I have no memory of the yard ever looking mowed again. I only remember it looking like weeds.
When I think of The Wilsons, I will smell candied apples and popcorn balls (I just remembered the popcorn balls!), and a happy couple who grew old together with sweet dreams.
*I can't recall their names.
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