I love Halloween. As a kid I never understood why school remained open because in my mind, Halloween was a National Holiday. What did grown ups know anyways 🙂

I loved candy, dressing up as someone completely different than my simple ol’ self. Our costumes were usually purchased at Neisner’s, the five and dime store. The caricature masks reflected through the clear plastic top of a flimsy cardboard box.

I chose Casper: The Friendly Ghost four consequtive years. Casper was a good entity from the Other Side. He was nice, loyal, and he could fly. I’d have chosen Speed Racer but I was a girl before girls could be race car drivers. Back in my day, girls weren’t allowed to wear pants during school hours until I was in the fifth grade. We’ve come a pretty long way, with more room to cover.

Every Halloween my mother prepared and served homemade beef barley soup and biscuts for supper. It was the only meal that could sustain the constant interruption of doling out over 300 pieces of candy. This was during the 1970’s, before microwaves.

I tired easily Trick or Treating, my juvenile rheumatoid arthritis flared up during the change of seasons. And Halloween did indicate a shift of time and space. After I had made my minisule trek, I’d come home, glad to be warmed by the forced hot air, my dog, Frisky and mom’s hearty soup. My brother and sisters shared their loot. They gave me the Mounds and Almond Joy bars, they hated coconut. I enjoyed being at home, greeting the trick or treaters or making sure Frisky didn’t scuffle by and get loose.

Plus, I always sensed mystery in the air – an unidentifiable specialness Halloween evoked in me. Through me. Researching Halloween led me to a poem I believe encapsulates the wisdom of this celebrated holiday.

“A Kid’s Prayer for Samhain”by Patti Wigington, About.com

Samhain is here, cold is the earth,
as we celebrate the cycle of death and rebirth.
Tonight we speak to those through the veil,
the lines between worlds are thin and frail.

Ghosts and spirits in the night,
magical beings rising in flight,
owls hooting up in a moonlit tree,
I don’t fear you and you don’t fear me.

As the sun goes down, far to the west,
my ancestors watch over me as I rest.
They keep me safe and without fear,
on the night of Samhain, the Witch’s New Year.

2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Pat
    Nov 01, 2009 @ 02:16:37

    Lovely reflections…I never liked coconut, either. None of us did, so you’d have gotten all of our coconut candies with all our blessings attached!


  2. vikkibakus
    Nov 01, 2009 @ 12:47:00

    Thanks Pat, blessings are always welcome!


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