With Winter fast approaching, I decided to invite you along with me on one of my final Autumn treks for 2016.
These pictures were taken with my iPhone during a morning and evening ‘constitutional.’
Halloween! It’s what we do 😉
By ‘we’ I mean me, my son, Sir R, and my daughter, Lady J!
Warning: If you are one of those folks that don’t do Halloween for religious purposes, I respectfully encourage you to feel free to browse and find another post that is more to your liking.
Lady G is not about being offensive.
So, with that said, please bypass!
Now, for those of you who are either covert or overt lovers of Halloween, I urge you to stick around and let me stimulate some of your fondest fall holiday memories!”
OK, as the opening line implies, I am a Halloween nut!
You see it all started back in the mid to late 1970’s when Mama would take me and Tack trick or treating.
We’d have a ball knocking on doors in order to collect and stockpile chocolates, bubblegums, and hard candies.
We trashed the candy corn–but who didn’t?
Candy corn is to Halloween as fruitcake is to Christmas!
Anyway, for my brother and I, October was an all around exciting month because, apart from trick or treating, we’d also get to go to the fair!
Well….that’s if we raked up all the freaking pine straw in the front yard first!
Yeeeaaaaah, that was one of Daddy’s rules.
Nevertheless, we were happy to rake the yard so that we could hurry to the fair.
The sights, the smells, the music! Talk about a good time!
Don’t worry, I’ll tell you more about the fair later in the month.
Anyway, back to Halloween.
As I am sure you can recall, during the week of Halloween, the major television networks would air old scary movies and Halloween specials!
Remember, “It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown?”
How ’bout The classic Disney version of “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow?”
Both of those are part of my collection!
Back then, Tack and I lived for those cartoons!
Every time we saw the little ‘intro’ that the networks played to indicate that a “Special Presentation” would be replacing regular TV programming, we were SHOOK!!!!!
To the core!
Seriously, what kid in the ’70’s didn’t get excited knowing that “60 minutes” was being replaced with “The Paul Lynde Halloween Special?”
Now wait a minute…
Who in fresh hell was Paul Lynde?
Most of us had not a clue, but, the fact was, he had done a Halloween Special–and that’s all we needed to know 😉
Video Credit: Genius 7277
Those were the good old days, and I simply refuse to let them go!
Therefore, I go ALL out for Halloween!
Baby, I take it much farther than my Mama ever did!
To date, my partners in crime are my kids and my Dad!
Just so you know, for Mama, Halloween was pretty cut and dry. She gave out candy and took us trick or treating.
That’s it! That’s all!
As for Tack, these days, he could take it or leave it. Although he was younger than I was, he outgrew Halloween rather early.
I never did!
Today, Lady J and I will put out all of the Halloween decorations. We should have done it sooner but we got busy over the weekend.
Here’s ONE of the boxes we’ll pull from:
Once we get everything in place, I’ll do a post showing how it all turned out!
Anyway, along with our other Halloween festivities, Lady J and I will be watching all kinds of scary movies for the remainder of the month.
Oh yes, I have some serious opinions about scary movies.
So does Lady J!
We will be sharing those opinions–and more with you very soon.
Until next time! Happy Haunting!
Meet me in comments and tell me about some of your favorite memories of Halloween.
Do you still celebrate it? If you live in another country, please tell us about your fall traditions.
“The coming and going of the seasons give us more than the springtimes, summers, autumns, and winters of our lives. It reflects the coming and going of the circumstances of our lives like the glassy surface of a pond that shows our faces radiant with joy or contorted with pain.” ~Gary Zukav
I remember the “Big Snow” in Cuthbert, Georgia; around 1974 or ’75 I think it was. I can recall riding with my Grandmother down Andrew Street when it first started to snow. Sitting in the front seat of the old Pontiac, I looked up at the gray sky through the front windshield and through some strange optical effect, the falling snow seemed to swirl down from a single focal point; a kind of “singularity” in a “Big Bang” of snowfall.
It snowed all night. When we peered out the windows the next morning the world was covered with a thick, white and undulating sheet of new-fallen snow; a sheet whiter than the clean, bleached white sheets on Grandma’s clothesline. We ran from window to window; gazing out until our mind’s camera had developed a panoramic view of the entire surreal scene. We dared not go out in the snow because we lacked proper attire.
Grandmothers are notorious for insisting that no one goes out in inclement weather without proper head covering, shoes and coats but, when she’d had enough of our begging to go out and she’d tired of the deep, sad, longing in our eyes, she acquiesced, but not without compromise. We had to wear winter clothes from her closet so as to be properly protected from catching an awful disease, known only to old people, called “consumption”.
So there we were, finally, outside in the deepest whitest snow we’d ever seen. I looked goofy with my Grandmothers floppy, shiny, fake-leather hat; an oversized coat and her knee high patent-leather boots. My brother faired a little better.
He was adorned in her brown leather-like tam, gloves and a matching jacket with fake fur around the collar. He actually looked rather dapper with the brown tam cocked rakishly to the side. That day, while the rest of the world had come to a screeching halt, we made our first snowmen; had snowball fights; made angels in the snow and even pissed in the snow thus soiling its virgin whiteness with our little yellow pee stains.
We enjoyed that winter and many others, but we were always joyous when spring came and the snow and ice thawed. In spring-time, the earth gives birth to new life. Nature’s first green begins to sprout. From golden hued saplings to the jolly green giants, the trees rejuvenate; the flowers bloom; butterflies flutter in the spring breeze; the bees buzz busily about their busy little bee business and the robins flock into any tree which bears berries. Sometimes the robins get so drunk on fermented China-berries that they fall to the ground like dead men. They’re not really dead though, just dead drunk. On the other hand, spring also brings rain, storms, tornados and flooding.
Summer brings its insufferable heat and long lazy days. It brings drought and high electric bills. As children we walked the scorching gravel and asphalt streets in bare feet. The heat snaked up from the pavement in transparent waves; striking us in the face like the heat from the devil’s hot breath; causing all who dared to venture outside to twist their countenance into the same squinty frown. But we were out of school! And, the swimming pool was open.
The swimming pool opened up in June. We would scrape up the $1.00 admission fee and maybe enough for a coca-cola and a hotdog. We would splash swim play until the lifeguard blew his whistle signaling time for us to head home. Then we walked home on the hot asphalt and gravel; hungry exhausted and ashy; looking like little phoenix’s who’ve just risen fresh from the fire’s hot, grey ash.
Then there’s autumn. For the children it is back to the grind of school. But, autumn is also football, hunting and basketball season. It is the season with the most pleasant weather and the season when nature puts on her most dazzling display of color; splashes of red, orange, brown, yellow and green; the season of long, crooked shadows that lean drunkenly as if belonging to old, tall, leaning drunks. Autumn is the season which makes you want to say, in the words of Sophia from “The Color Purple, “I knowed they is a God.”
So now, I’ve once again, “fetched a compass”. I’ve gone all around by Robin Hood’s barn? What is the point of these verbal meanderings? Well, it’s all about “Seasons”; the seasons of nature and the “seasons” of life.
I constantly hear musings about what “seasons” a person is in; especially from my fellow Christians. We set watch for our “seasons”; our seasons of troubles; seasons of prosperity; seasons of healing; seasons of success in business and relationships. When things are not going as we expect them to, we like to say, “It’s not my season yet” or “My season is coming; or “I’m entering a new season and my life is soon to change”; just as the seasons in nature change.
But the news here is this; in nature the different seasons come no matter what we do. The seasons come; unchanging, undeterred, and relentlessly chronological. Each year the seasons march incessantly forward because time marches incessantly forward and the seasons are inextricably interwoven with time. What changes is what we do in the season. The seasons are coming! Make no mistake about it. There’s nothing we can do to stop them.
It’s all a matter of perspective. There is no “good” season, not is there a “bad” season. There are just “DIFFERENT SEASONS”. Spring is no better or worse than fall, for all have their good AND bad points. What matters is what you do in the season; in “summer” do “summer activities”; in “winter” do “winter activities” and the same goes for autumn and spring.
Ecclesiastes 3:1, King James Version (KJV) says; “To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven.” This verse tells us that there are things to do in every season, but you can’t do everything in every season. It doesn’t tell us to sit in the house all “winter” waiting for “spring”! We’re not to put our lives on hold while we await the proper “season”. We should do what we can in the season we’re in.
Jeremiah 8:7-8 says; ‘”7.) Even the stork in the sky knows her appointed seasons, and the dove, the swift and the thrush observe the time of their migration. But my people do not know the requirements of the Lord. 8.) “‘How can you say, “We are wise, for we have the law of the Lord,” when actually the lying pen of the scribes has handled it falsely?”’ What? Even the stork and the dove know what to do in their seasons.
***From the “My Jams” Archives (1969)
“First of the Fall and there she goes back…”
Hot Fun In The Summertime by Sly and The Family Stone: August 1969
One of my favorite songs of all time!
The piano intro is so haunting; it hits me smack dab in the middle of my brain’s wistful zone.
Strangely enough, I love that!
I live for the way Sly likens summer days to a magical lady that appears at the “end of the spring” and goes away before the “first of the fall.”
What an enchanting metaphor!
Can’t you just imagine this fanciful little golden sprite twirling in and out of our lives, bringing and taking sunny memories with her.
“…everythang is cool!!!”
🙂 🙂 🙂
I celebrate the Northern Hemisphere’s ‘re-entry’ into the gates of the Autumnal Equinox!
And, as a true lover of fall, I’m brimming over with majestic and sublime feelings of exaltation!
Welcome back Autumn! Welcome back!
If you live in the Northern half of the world, why don’t you join me as I salute the return of crisp cool mornings, slanted afternoon sunlight and brisk evening breezes!
Go now and open the closest door or window; better yet, step outside!
Bid summer farewell and envision her as she pirouettes away on the melody of this jam!
Video credit: Perry Cox PF93
Ah…wasn’t that exhilarating!
Oh well, my time here is up.
I’ll see you guys later!
Lady J and I have a date with “the first of the Fall!”
Much love as always,
***Remember, you can check out the entire “My Jams” series for years 1966-1996 by selecting “My Jams” in the music category.