Another Halloween Past

I believe this was 1973. In the kitchen of the horrible little trailer house located in Trailer City, one of the finer neighborhoods in Grafton, North Dakota. Note the rip in the filthy vinyl chair seat just under the edge of the table. It seems we carved pumpkins that year. Martine's socks and my hat appear to be leftovers from the 4th of July. I remember someone commenting that I didn't need a mask. The pink gingham top with denim trim I sewed all by myself! Little in this photo looks familiar to me. We had moved from Williston in the spring, first to another horrible little trailer house in Langdon, North Dakota, where our father was living. Mom dumped us off with him and left. We were more or less on our own there for about a month. That's when mom returned to move us into this trailer, she had found a job with a law firm and had rented this trailer. Soon after this image was captured we moved to a different trailer mobile home park in a better part of town. It was much nicer, and mom had scraped the funds together to buy it. When we moved to Brookings, South Dakota in 1977, that mobile home was hitched to a truck and moved along with us. Meaning that this move was different in that we were able to bring all of our possessions with us. Before things had been whittled down to what would fit in our car, maybe with a small U-Haul trailer in tow. We moved to Brookings purportedly because our parents were getting back together. But that's a different story for another time.