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Happy Samhain/Halloween
12 years ago
I hope that everyone has a wonderful and safe night tonight! I know some people did T&T last weekend, some tonight, and some this weekend. Its rare anymore that kiddos go door to door. Its now mainly done at chruches, and school, and as Trunk or Treats in the backs of cars in parking lots. Oh the days lost of spending weeks to horror-fy your hard, and spending the night scaring the adults and handing the kiddos candy.
Halloweens were different when I was a kid. Homes were open for bathroom breaks and, punch and cookies were always there for snacks. Homemade baked goods and candied apples were always taken over prebought candy. No worries of razorblades in your candy. No taking your candy down to the local hospital to have it X-Rayed. Parents didnt worry as their children walked house to house. No worry for kid snatchers or rapeist. But that was along time ago. When tricker treat bags consisted of king size pillow cases and not plastic walmart bags. When your costume was home made, and can remember your friend going as a Raisin Man one year. When your house was done up in strobes and webbing, and your father ran around in the front yard in cover-alls coated in busted open glow sticks.
My favorite memory was doing a haunted house with my friend. Im a large girl, who only stands a short 5ft 6inches. I always seemed to take pride in my costumes. Trying my best, dealing with my larger size. My black gown and hooded cloak. Mask on and black paint around my eyes to help. I hunker down, covering my feet with the bottom of the gown, close my eyes and listen . Kids run past, paying me no mind. The true scares were inside. Not out here propped up in the yard. Daddy and his little princess come through the yard. Shes giggling and laughing and walks up to me and tugs on my gown. Asking for candy. I sit idol, eyes still closed. Daddy wanders up close and pulls her away, then comes the poke at the mask. "Dear its just a stuffed thing they have propped up here, its quiet all right". At the last poke of my mask I reach up, screaming, and grab his hand. My eyes now open, I view the scared father with mouth standing open. I let out another scream from behind the mask and Dad wrips his arm away from me and runs up through the yard. I then take chase behind him. The street was his safety mark. I hear giggling and laughter and turn back to see a little pink princess still standing where I was. Giggling and pointing at her dad, shouting "I told you so's." I smile and snicker and walk back to her, I pick her up and her still giggling take her inside and plop her down beside a coffin over flowing with candy, and tell her for her bravery, she gets two big handfuls. Looking out the large open door, Dad now sits at the edge of the street. Another friend looking down at him, laughing. Even with the setting sun and small glow from the street lights, his face is red. Her hands full, including a soda and a candy bar for scared dad, I pick her back up and take her to Dad. Dad, never looking at me, stands up, and takes his daughter from my arms.
For the next few years, that little princess always showed. My costumes did change, and so too does hers. Dad, still stands at the street, and never comes close. Moving away hurt in small ways, because those memories are never thought about until days like today. I keep up with her on facebook. She still shows to my friends place, but now to also join in on the fun of scaring adults. She has plans of doing her own haunted house one day, and is looking to get into nursing school, in the field of study which consists of peoples fears.
This is the night when the gateway between
our world and the spirit world is thinnest.
Tonight is a night to call out those who came before.
Tonight I honor my ancestors.
Spirits of my fathers and mothers, I call to you,
and welcome you to join me for this night.
You watch over me always,
protecting and guiding me,
and tonight I thank you.
Your blood runs in my veins,
your spirit is in my heart,
your memories are in my soul.
With the gift of remembrance.
I remember all of you.
You are dead but never forgotten,
and you live on within me,
and within those who are yet to come.Halloweens were different when I was a kid. Homes were open for bathroom breaks and, punch and cookies were always there for snacks. Homemade baked goods and candied apples were always taken over prebought candy. No worries of razorblades in your candy. No taking your candy down to the local hospital to have it X-Rayed. Parents didnt worry as their children walked house to house. No worry for kid snatchers or rapeist. But that was along time ago. When tricker treat bags consisted of king size pillow cases and not plastic walmart bags. When your costume was home made, and can remember your friend going as a Raisin Man one year. When your house was done up in strobes and webbing, and your father ran around in the front yard in cover-alls coated in busted open glow sticks.
My favorite memory was doing a haunted house with my friend. Im a large girl, who only stands a short 5ft 6inches. I always seemed to take pride in my costumes. Trying my best, dealing with my larger size. My black gown and hooded cloak. Mask on and black paint around my eyes to help. I hunker down, covering my feet with the bottom of the gown, close my eyes and listen . Kids run past, paying me no mind. The true scares were inside. Not out here propped up in the yard. Daddy and his little princess come through the yard. Shes giggling and laughing and walks up to me and tugs on my gown. Asking for candy. I sit idol, eyes still closed. Daddy wanders up close and pulls her away, then comes the poke at the mask. "Dear its just a stuffed thing they have propped up here, its quiet all right". At the last poke of my mask I reach up, screaming, and grab his hand. My eyes now open, I view the scared father with mouth standing open. I let out another scream from behind the mask and Dad wrips his arm away from me and runs up through the yard. I then take chase behind him. The street was his safety mark. I hear giggling and laughter and turn back to see a little pink princess still standing where I was. Giggling and pointing at her dad, shouting "I told you so's." I smile and snicker and walk back to her, I pick her up and her still giggling take her inside and plop her down beside a coffin over flowing with candy, and tell her for her bravery, she gets two big handfuls. Looking out the large open door, Dad now sits at the edge of the street. Another friend looking down at him, laughing. Even with the setting sun and small glow from the street lights, his face is red. Her hands full, including a soda and a candy bar for scared dad, I pick her back up and take her to Dad. Dad, never looking at me, stands up, and takes his daughter from my arms.
For the next few years, that little princess always showed. My costumes did change, and so too does hers. Dad, still stands at the street, and never comes close. Moving away hurt in small ways, because those memories are never thought about until days like today. I keep up with her on facebook. She still shows to my friends place, but now to also join in on the fun of scaring adults. She has plans of doing her own haunted house one day, and is looking to get into nursing school, in the field of study which consists of peoples fears.
Days like today are ment for fun. Reguardless of what you believe or dont believe.
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