31 October 2019
Happy Halloween!!
Hooray for Halloween! This is one of my favorite images ever, and I've been saving it for today.
Right now, it's pouring here in Philadelphia, though according to the guy on TV, there will be a small window early this evening when trick-or-treaters should be OK. Of course, there are parents who are SO upset that they didn't postpone it since it might be raining. Because God forbid their children get wet. Another woman was upset because it would be dark, so "why can't they move Halloween to the summer, like with other holidays they moved?" I'm getting ready to cut someone ...
Since it's Three on Thursday today, I've decided to share three favorite Halloween-related things with you.
1. When I was in first grade, we lived in Chicago, and on Halloween, it was really cold and already starting to snow. I never had a store-bought costume, and my mother was not the type to create one for me. She would do things like hand me a plaid shirt and say, "Tell them you're a lumberjack." Most of the time, it was cold or rainy, and so it almost didn't matter what your costume was, since you had to wear a coat, hat, etc. Anyway, my "costume" that year was some of her red lipstick, and I was supposed to be "Miss America." One older woman in the neighborhood was giving out fancy hats to young kids (when I think about it now, I think she might have not had money for candy, and was giving away some of her old clothes so kids could play dress-up. Anyway ...). Everyone was SO excited. I got one of those hats that was a small piece of fabric with a face veil. Well - I just thought that was PERFECT for a beauty queen. So I immediately put it on over my knit hat I was already wearing. Walked around all evening, thinking that yes, it was making it even clearer that I was supposed to be Miss America. When I returned home, with lots of candy and a whole new sense of glamour, my mother said, "Oh for God's sake - you look like you had too much to drink and got thrown out of a dive bar." Clearly, she had no eye for style. ;-)
2. One year when my nieces were little, my sister had gotten way behind on things and so improvised costumes for all of them. My niece Liz was dressed in a ballet tutu, really bad makeup, and junky jewelry with a fright wig on. My sister told her she was dressed as the "Town Clown." Liz thought it was great. A few weeks later, they were downtown and passed a hooker on the street, and Liz pointed, and proudly proclaimed, "Look Mommy - Town Clown, Town Clown!" It did not go over well, but to this day, it's a favorite family story.
3. A few years back, my niece Amanda and her husband had a huge Halloween party. Amanda had set a plastic pumpkin on a table with a note that said, "November 2 is All-Souls Day - feel free to take a slip of paper and write the name of someone you'd like to be remembered in prayer, and we will take it to our church for a ceremony there." By the end of the evening, there were quite a few slips of paper, which was nice. The next day, Liz (the same Liz as above) came over with her family, and at some point in the afternoon, walked over and pulled out a slip of paper. Then she said, "OK guys, who is this?" and proceeded to act out what was finally guessed to be the assassination of JFK (clearly someone had put his name in the pumpkin for prayers). Everyone was kinda puzzled, but then she pulled out another slip and said, "Amanda - I don't even know who this is," and handed the slip to her. Amanda also didn't know, and put it back into the pumpkin, explaining that it was likely someone's friend or family who was asking for prayers (the sign in front of the pumpkin was long gone by now). To which Liz replied, "WAIT. Are you telling me these aren't for playing charades?" And from then on, it has been referred to as The Time That Liz Invented Dead People Charades. And in case you are wondering, then we played said invented game for an hour or so, making up our own ideas as we went along. Because why waste such an opportunity???
Anyway. I hope you have a lovely day, with lots of goodies, whatever you desire them to be. Enjoy!
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I think my mother and your mother went to the same "How to make costumes for your kids" lesson in life. Ditto here... my least favorite, the year she gave me a pair of clip on earrings and told me to tell people I was a gypsy.
But, that last one, omg I am dying! Do you think your family might adopt me? Seriously....
Wow! You really have some incredible Halloween memories.
I love your family! XO Thanks for sharing these wonderful Halloween stories. (It's raining here today, with temperatures dropping all day -- with snow predicted for trick-or-treating. I'm glad I can just give out the candy from inside my warm house!) Happy Halloween!
I was just saying that we had to always wear coats under our costumes back in the day and you could smell wood smoke in the air. Now it's too hot for socks. I'm not a fan.
I love your stories!!!! Especially the first one. Umm...I think we shared a mother.
I love your stories!! Epecially the first one. You told it so well--I wanted it to keep going!
I love the Town Clown story - that is the best...along with Dead People Charades. Too funny.
your family sounds as quirky as mine! It's so nice to know there are other twisted souls out there.
As for moving Hallowe'en... ugh... don't get me started. I've worn a snow suit under my Hallowe'en constume... NOTHING stops Hallowe'en.
And what's with wanting to be home before dark???? The whole point of Hallowe'en was that you were out AFTER dark. As a kid it was one of the best parts, not only was it spookier, but it was about the only time you were ever allowed out after dark!!! Jackolanterns are pointless when the sun is still up!
Oh, my goodness. I am going to carry the story of the little lady and her hats forever.
What a wonderful image to start off your post. Then it just got better. I laughed thru all your Halloween memories. What wonderful memories and what a great family! Happy Halloween!
I've never really liked Halloween and the stress of coming up with a costume for myself and later for my kids (that is worse stress). My mom did create costumes until I hit age nine and became extremely disagreeable about everything. Then I was on my own because of my attitude. I'd like to blame it on her but I was an angsty preteen.
Ah I wish I could talk to your mom about crushing your beauty dreams with that wonderful hat. I think that was lovely of that woman to do. You made me laugh with your stories today Bridget.
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