The Pumpkin Carver’s Tale

First Published 2008

 For Fandango’s Flashback Friday  and in honor of it being October1st I’ve dug up a story I wrote about carving Pumpkins. I based the characters on me and my Grandmother.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

” How did you get so good at carving pumpkins? ” Aubrey asked her Grandmother on that last autumn evening in their golden sweet smelling and warm kitchen.

” Practice.” Enid told her Granddaughter as she delicately put the tip of her butcher’s knife against the side pumpkin’s blank face. ” Lots and lots of practice.”

She pushed the knife into he pumpkin’s flesh and as she broke the skin she told Aubrey, ” I love that smell.”

” That pumpkin smell?” Aubrey wondered out loud.

Enid looked over the pumpkin and said, ” That what?”

” That pumpkin smell.”

Enid shrugged and then pulled the knife up and dropped it down into the pumpkin in one clean motion after another.

Instead of answering her Aubrey, Enid hummed.

When she was finished she put her knife down and wrapped her fingers around the pumpkins stem. She took a breath, closed her eyes and smiled as lifted and  heard the pop and rip as the top of the pumpkin’s skull came away in her hand.

Enid opened her eyes and sighed and then  she answered her Granddaughter. ” No. I don’t mean that smell. I mean that other smell.”

” I can’t smell anything except for Pumpkin.”

” Really?” Enid said, ” You can’t smell that?”

Enid set the top of the pumpkin’s head down and she reached for a large wooden spoon and plunged into the pumpkin and began to scrape it out.

” Go ahead. Take a sniff. You really can’t smell that?”

Aubrey leaned over the pumpkin and sniffed.

” What is it? What should I be able to smell?”

As Enid  stood up she picked the knife up off the table and said  to the back of her Granddaughter’s neck as her stealthy shadow crept across the table:

 ” Why. The Fear of course.”

Halloween Music?

I guess I can only listen to the theme from the Exorcist or Psycho so many times before I start to wonder if it’s time to expand my Halloween music play list. I mean, it’s gotten a little stale and not in the stale ” something has been locked up in that trunk in the basement and it’s starting to smell ” fun stale.

I think these three songs would make a great addition to that list, what do you think?

Little Bits

Halloween should be a little bit  scary and  a little bit of funny….

for the most party though,  scary is what it is all about:


The Good Neighbor

Enduring Bones Halloween Challenge #1

My name is,  believe it or not, Gustie Orchard and I am your new neighbor.

I have a place at the end of the block directly across the street from  Stavins Memorial Park and you will probably see me in the morning ( bright and early!) and in the evening on the bench with the fancy wrought iron metal work that was dedicated to the very much loved music teacher Mrs. Stavins.

Mrs. Stavins  was a sunny and upright lady.

She attended church every Sunday not only because she played the piano for the choir with subtle restrained yet dramatic gestures, but because that is how little old ladies did all things  in those days.

They were quiet, they were patient they covered their mouths when they laughed and then they apologized the second they took their hand away.

Mrs Stavin’s hair was sensibly styled, she wore Lily of the Valley perfume, her nails were unpolished and neatly manicured and her dresses were black or gray except for Easter services when she wore a dress printed with flowers and a hat with no flowers on it’s brim.

As I was saying, Mrs. Stavins was the music teacher at the Elementary School and the High school and she used to give pencils stamped with bible verses and little cards with Jesus holding a lamb to her students who learned and performed their lessons correctly.

You could do those things back in those days.

Mrs. Stavins was a beloved music teacher who even hosted Bible Study classes at her house and my name is Gusty Orchard and me and my cat have a place on the corner down the street from your house.

My cat’s name is Ollie.

Not many people know that.


So welcome to the neighborhood, it’s quiet around here and except for around the holidays when the street fills up with cars- they’ve put the turnabout there to slow people down because back of the tragedy. But thanks to the turnabout even if there are a hundred cars on the road it doesn’t turn into a raceway.

Well of course the tragedy that made the city redesign the road and put up a specially made memorial bench was ‘the tragedy’ as it’s called- we don’t call it an accident. I’m not sure why.

It’s a a mystery even to me and I’ve lived here for over 60 years and have been going over that night for a long time.

We know that Mrs. Stavins was leaving an ‘ Autumn Harvest Celebration’- because Mrs. Stavins would never, every have attended a Halloween party, we know she was on the road by 8:30 and we know she was driving fast, which  didn’t raise any big questions about why a prim and proper lady who played piano for the church choir and handed out pencils with bible verses stamped on them because that road filled up like crazy during the holidays and leaving it an turning onto it was a nightmare.

The thing is, she sped up a little just before she turned off of La Pierre drive and ended up crashing sideways into a ditch after she had sideswiped a tree.

It didn’t take long for the Police to get there, or for a wrecker to pull her car out of the ditch, or for them to load her onto a gurney and it didn’t take long to get her to the county morgue because it’s less then a mile from where the accident happened.

I can tell you one thing for sure about that night because I caught sight of Mrs Stavins just before the tragedy.

Her hair was a little messy, her mouth was set in a thin black hard line. Her eyes were green flecks of stone set in her humorless colorless face ( proper ladies her age did not wear makeup) set under the requisite short and tightly permed hair.

Mrs Stavins was an angry lady that Halloween night and when she saw me walking across the street with Ollie trailing behind me, she gunned her engine and slammed  me into the tree and then she pulled me down with her into that ditch full of soft mud and water and I’ve been there ever since.


I guess nobody found me because no one was looking past poor Mrs Stavins.

When my neighbors noticed I was gone and had left my cat behind nothing much was made of it- I wasn’t a beloved music teacher.  I was just a loner with a funny name and a cat  that no one knew was named Ollie.


I’m usually at the corner near the bench just after 8:00 with my cat Ollie who joined me a few years ago.

Maybe you’ll catch sight of us there and maybe you’ll wave as you drive or walk by. A long time ago, that’s what a good neighbors  did.