Halloween was especially celebrated by my family because of my Danish Grandmother. She followed her mother’s tradition of making a life-size witch sitting by a kettle full of treats. Not taking my eyes off her eerie stare, I would snatch a candy quickly from her cold black pot! Also behind the cornstalks and cattails hung a white-faced spook with a crooked, toothy smile. When I looked away it seemed as if he would move and that toothy grin was just a bit bigger. At my parents’ home, which overlooks a cemetery, some of my brothers and sisters and I would transform the basement into a haunted house full of unforgettable frights!