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Erin Yarnall, Editor
2:25 am CDT October 31, 2019

Growing up, it was never really Halloween until my parents took copies of our local newspaper, spread the pages across the floor and kitchen table and sliced off the top of a pumpkin so my brother and I could dig the guts and seeds out of it with our hands. 

My mom would expertly carve a design on the front, giving our pumpkin a wicked smile or a missing tooth to entertain the trick-or-treaters that came to our front door.

Then we were ready to celebrate the holiday.