Great story about box suppers, and of course we never get tired of hearing about Aunt Bett and her remedies, this time using Goldenseal. The feather-hair' thingie you invented as an Indian was very creative; too bad your Dad needed the shoelaces back---darn-it! When my 2 older brothers and I played Cowboys & Indians, they were the cowboys & they told me to be the Indian; but it wasn't fair, really, because one or both of them shot me, and I Always died! Yep, they had to carry me off the battleground, by my hands and feet, my long hair hanging down to the ground; my Mom told me later that she was always afraid I was going to be accidentally 'scalped' if one of the boys stepped on my hair! Ha!
I don't remember box suppers, and we lived in the country. We did have those Halloween Carnivals, which helped the school funds, I guess. Our little community and church did have those covered dish suppers, which were yummy; in fact, the church we attend today has the same kind of dinners sometimes, which are always fun. Hope your August gardening isn't too unbearable in the heat! =)