One of my favourite Hallowe’en memories happened a few years ago not at home greeting Trick or Treaters, but when traveling around the beautiful Eastern Townships in Quebec. It was in part a weekend getaway, but mostly a chance to visit my son at university. He was playing a rugby game on Friday night, Hallowe’en was on Saturday and we had dinner planned for one night, but the rest of the weekend was mine. And I love the Eastern Townships. If you’ve never been there it is a spectacular hidden gem and well worth a visit.
I headed out for a drive after lunch on Saturday. It was an unplanned meander. I turned south out of Lennoxville and just drove. I let the road take me where it would. Graceful, tree lined, winding roads. Gentle hills and valleys among the ancient, tree covered mountains of the region. It was a grey Fall day, my favourite. The colours were beautiful. It seemed at every turn there was a little village with a silver spired church, a few houses, a couple of stores maybe a family restaurant or a coffee shop. Even the occasional covered bridge. It was spectacular.
It was late afternoon as I drifted down a hill, around a bend and into another tiny town. This time the scene was a little different. The single main street was littered with miniature lions, and tigers and bears, ghouls, fairies, princesses and one little ladybug whose antennae were comically large for his tiny head and bobbled willy-nilly as he bounced around his father. The young children of the village had come out for Hallowe’en. They zigged and zagged across the street, giggling, laughing, bouncing. Sheer delight.
It was my own miniature carnival bubbling with colour and glee. That was one joyful, unforgettable Kodak moment. Priceless.
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