Lake Minnetonka, Minnesota, 1952

I saw a ghost from my balcony on Friday evening. Dusk was underway and no one was out—except for one really short, old-fashioned ghost (you know, the huge white sheet with cutout eye holes kind). The ghost was kicking its way through the fallen yellow leaves. I hadn’t seen any other costumes on the streets at that point.

These badass ladies aren’t tolerating any funny business for Halloween 1952 out at Lake Minnetonka. Nice holster, Mom.

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