...but I do not think I have a single Halloween memory of carving pumpkins as a kid. I did not start carving them until I was an adult. I love them....I love the smell, the seeds, the texture. We used to carve upward of 24 or them for the Graveyard, until my uber design laws kicked in and I said no more pumpkins: graveyards do not have pumpkins..... Was that really a reason to stop? I miss them. (And my scarecrow...but that is another story.) My childhood Halloweens were not much to remember, so I am glad that the blanks were filled in later. What I do have is fond memories of my family, including my Grandma, sitting on my patio of this home, with the fireplace blazing, carving pumpkins, at a competitive pace, to see who could make the best or fastest. My sister and I were always in the forefront of the battle - trying to win in both arenas. My Grandma is the one standing in the red jacket. Left to right. Me, my bother, mom. sister in law, an...