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Thursday, February 6, 2025

Cowboy Corner: Halloween 1969

Halloween 1969

I have fond memories of Halloween from my childhood, but one year in particular stands out more than any other. It was 1969, and I was at a point in my life when I didn’t want to be a little kid anymore and have my Mum dress me up as an adorable ladybug as she had done in previous years. I wanted something a little more grown up. Something cool. Something a bit scary. Living in a predominantly conservative prairie farming community didn’t really afford me a very wide array of off the rack choices, and that’s when I came up with the idea for my favorite Halloween costume ever. It was basically combat fatigues and I wore a dark colored balaclava and carried a plastic machine gun. I also stole some road flares from my Dad’s truck and wrapped them around my chest. When the people opened the door instead of saying trick or treat I would pump my little fist in the air and shout,”Death to the Infidels! Death to the Infidels!”. I didn’t get too much candy that year.

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