There is a man who lives just up the road from us (actually, he's on the next road over, but directly behind the lady across the street--her daddy used to own the whole mountain and someone should chronicle the stories that she can tell), and last year he stopped by and gave us some pumpkins. He said that he worked in two 80-acre pumpkin fields, and went around delivering extra pumpkins to everyone. The kids named him The Pumpkin Man.
This year he came back. The kids recognized him as soon as he climbed out of his car, and they ran to him yelling with excitement. I was pleasently surprised that after only meeting us once last year he remembered all of them.