Halloween was not a popular ‘holiday’ with my Dad. He took it more literally than most, realized that its origins were from another world at best, and shied away from it.
Oh, he didn’t take the fun out of it. We were allowed to trick or treat, Mother always handed out candy, and he often oohed and aahed at the kids on Pollyanna Avenue who came to our front door.
He liked the princesses, cartoon characters, the hobos, and the cowboys, but thought the parents of the witches, goblins, and ghosts were total parenting fails.
He always reminded us that Halloween came from All Hallows’ Eve, and was the dark side’s response to All Hallows’ Day, which of course is November 1st.
Even though I love the art of costuming, and have had some pretty awesome costumes in the past, TLW and I told the kids it was just for fun, to stay away from the creepy, and to make sure they stuck close to us. We kept the costumes on the fun side. Our kids were usually Peter Pan and Wendy, or Cowboy and Cowgirl, Pirate and Princess, and once a Bunny and a Power Ranger, the Red one. And we checked the candy when we got home.
But, back in the day, when we were kids, we didn’t worry about tainted candy, razor blades in apples, or poisoned pop corn balls. We were just worried about the ‘haul’ of goodies that the wonderful folks on Pollyanna Avenue would allow us.
Mrs. Rose, Mrs. Tyner, and Mrs. Hannahan always had the best candy, and we never missed their houses. There were some cookie bakers, but only a few, most of the moms on Pollyanna were busy, busy, busy, and picking UP a bag of Tootsie Rolls at the IGA was just about all they could squeeze in.
Daddy didn’t believe in ghosts, he believed in demons. He didn’t believe in witches, he believed in people who were playing with fire. Some of us took him very seriously, some, well, not so much.
While looking through pictures, I found this…
…yeah, that’s Zola, playing in the Grave Yard at Kerrs Creek Baptist Church.
She ain’t afraid of no ghosts.
Happy Halloween, keep it fun, keep it safe!