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Halloween Help
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            It was Halloween, and my friends had invited me to join them for some
     “surprise fun.”  I didn’t know what they had planned but hoped to go.  But I
     needed to make my usual treating rounds first.  That is what my parents called
     it.  They didn’t believe in their children begging for candy, so my mother made
     homemade divinity candy and sent us to visit the elderly.
            I was a high school senior and had been doing it since I was young.  I
     really enjoyed it.  I didn’t visit too many homes because they all wanted to visit
     for a while, but I always left better, both with homemade treats and with
     uplifted spirits.
            The rounds took me most of the evening, but I saved a particular house for
     last.  Mrs. Levi was a widow, and I often visited her to help with things she needed
     to have done.  As I approached the door, I looked at my watch.  If I didn’t stay too
     long, I could probably catch the last of the evening with my friends.
            It took her a little while to get to the door after I knocked, but when she
     opened it and saw me, she smiled.  “Oh, Mr. Daris, I wondered if you were
     coming.”
            I laughed.  “I couldn’t miss my favorite Halloween stop.”
            I held out the plate of candy, and she licked her lips.  “I do love your
     mother’s divinity.”
            She took the plate as she waved me in.  “I am hoping you can help me with
     a few things,” she said.
            “Of course,” I replied.
            “My children usually help me harvest my garden and my apples, but they
     have been too busy and live so far away.  I’m afraid the apples and potatoes won’t
     be any good if I don't get them in soon.”
            She told me there were some boxes and a shovel in her shed.  While I got
     them, she put on a coat and fired up her old coal oil lamp.  We went out to her
     garden, and I started digging the potatoes.  We visited while I worked.  I was used
     to battery-operated lights, not shadowy coal oil ones, but there was a bright moon,
     and I felt I found most of the potatoes.
            After filling a few boxes, it was time to pick apples.  I picked what I could
     reach, then climbed the tree and shook the branches.  I cleaned up the fallen


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