The first Halloween Day that I experienced was very confusing to me. The people of the town gathered around the Plaza. Everyone there was having a fun time.
Bobby took me there to see what was going on. The girls had to stay home. It just wasn’t proper for them to go out at night.
Some farmers brought their wagons stacked with hay. People jumped on and then they started singing as the wagon went around town. I didn’t know any of the songs. I couldn’t sing anyways, but it really looked like fun.
There were tubs filled with water with apples floating in there. I recognized some of my school mates sticking their face in the tubs trying to get a bite of the apple. I liked apples. I didn’t want to get wet, didn’t want to stick my face in a tub full of slobber.
The cake walk looked like fun, but that cost money, so . . .
The next morning I woke up as usual and stepped outside to use the “Casita” when I noticed something strange. Across the street the neighbors had a large barn.
I saw a spring wagon on top of the roof of that barn. I kept wondering how it got there and why it was there.
A few years later some guys from Santa Paula came by and stole all the outhouses. They stacked them up down town.
“Silly rabbit, tricks are for . . .”
