Mankind has long been fascinated with the process of death and the realm occupied by spirits of the dead. What better time for ancient peoples to contemplate the mystery of death than when they were essentially killing their plants during the harvest and hoping for a successful “rebirth” after the long, hard winter? After all, our modern idea of the grim reaper conjures up visions of a hooded skeleton carrying a sickle, the tool of the harvest.
I’m getting into the Halloween spirit. I enjoyed the holiday as a kid but it wasn’t my absolute favorite; (I’m a foodie so like all the major Food Holidays like Thanksgiving, Christmas, Easter). “But, Holly,” you say, “you get to dress up and get free candy! There’s nothing better than that! And Spooky and scary movies, who doesn’t love that?”
I can answer that for you, I don’t!
But I do enjoy the dress up bit. I would alternate between dressing up as a witch or a black cat. Actually, one year I dressed up as Holly, the Christmas Elf. It was inspired by the movie ELF and my name is Holly, so it was a no brainer. But I wrote my name on my costume and a neighborhood dad was with his kids and said, “Hi Holly.” I was like, “Dude, how do you know my name?” He looked at me and said, “It’s on your shirt.” I was confused, embarrassed and probably 13.
I LOVE halloween, and who doesn’t, really? As someone who has lived in 3 of the 6 New England states and considers themselves as a true blue New Englander, it feels like my duty to hold this, the hallowest of days, in high regard.
This time of year we see lots of Halloween articles, lots of “fall is the best!” articles, and while it is fun to regale in lists of “best pumpkin treats!”, this is not quite one of those articles. To be completely honest with you, dear reader, I’m here to brag, and tell you the tale of a moderately sized Catholic family that rocked a little town’s Halloween, year after year.