I do not recall what costume my beautiful Aunt Doris wore to the Halloween Party on her date with my Uncle-to-be, but I will never forget meeting him for the first time and how he looked for the occasion.
I went to the front door of the McKay Street home to come face to face with a frightening person who, with a nylon hose pulled over his face, looked the part of a Hollywood horror movie ghoul.
He growled a “Hello” to complete the part of a shocking creature and if he bared his teeth beneath the nylon covering, I could not tell.
I shuddered and took several steps backward not even trying to fake a brave smile when he said, “I’m Jake.
I was rescued by my mother who walked up beside me. She welcomed him into our home as if he were a kind and gentle relative. Although this was her first meeting with him, she was not as shaken by his appearance as I had been. I think being a nurse prepared her for whatever or whoever occasioned to knock on our front door.
After the Halloween couple left for their party I uttered a sincere question that would be remembered in family history, “What does she see in him?”
I came to learn Jake Dillman, without his horrific attire, was a handsome, hard-working gentleman with a magnificent sense of humor, He even laughed when told of my curious question.