Three Pumpkins

Have you ever looked at something all the time and, many years later, look at it again and notice something completely different about it? The picture below is an example of that for me. I carved mine, Mom and Dad helped my other brothers with theirs. We always put them on the stoop for Halloween.  Three pumpkins, for three boys.  What could be more appropriate for a fun holiday.


I noticed many years later, that my pumpkin, the middle one, captured the essence of what it was like for me growing up. I probably had some good times, but I mainly remember the feelings of the middle pumpkin.

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