As of Tuesday, October 24, 2017
The first Halloween we spent in Lowell, 1976, the Smith brothers were all dressed and ready for trick or treating, one Superman and one pirate. It was 20 degrees that spooky night, pitch black at 5 p.m. I was a scary witch! We set out on foot up the Selway with orange bags to fill with candy and treats. Michael just turned 8, Marty was 6.
First stop — Jack and Sherry Nygaard gave them a 5-week old hound dog puppy (we named him Speed). I carried him for the whole night, three hours. My feet were cold, my hands were freezing, and the puppy peed on me twice. When we got to May and Bob Sterner’s trailer, they invited us in for fried potatoes and elk sausage, hit there right in the middle of dinner! No candy yet!
Two miles up further, cold, icy, dark, dark of Halloween night Pete Parsell was listening to Bob Seger and Tina Turner, full blast on an 8-track tape. We called Dad for a ride home. Pete gave him a can of Bud! Speed peed on me again on the ride home. The jeep heater never did work.
It was a good year, 1976.