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The Black Cat Comes Back
Growing up I never had a “store-bought” Halloween costume. In 1958, Mamma made me (left in photo) a real costume: a black cat suit with a white belly, ears and a long tail (stuffed with sawdust). I won first place at the school carnival. As was Mamma’s custom, the suit was saved in her cedar chest. In 1964, my sister Karen wore the same costume at the school carnival —again winning first place. Again, Mamma packed it away. Over the years we would find it and enjoy the memories. The costume became special to me when in 1982 my son, Anthony (center in photo), wore it. It looked good, except the tail had lost some of its wiggle. Again, my mother packed it in the attic. I thought, “Great. Another thing I will have to clean out one day.” Now I realize that she was passing her memory opportunities on to me. Halloween 2005, my mother brought the costume out again for my precious grandson, Bryton (right in photo), to wear. The stomach was dingy, the ears flopped and the tail, though still stiff, just hung down. That costume is more special now than it was 47 years ago when it was new. Brenda Yarborough | Henderson | NCEMC |
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