MEMORIES OF HALLOWEEN

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When I was a kid, we had so much fun at the church Halloween parties!  One year I even helped the youth group set up a haunted house in the parsonage!  It wasn’t really that scary – but the old Victorian-style house lent itself to become a haunted house – and we did a good job making some interesting vignettes using pumpkins and black lights.  OK, we bought some of those really gross masks to use too.

It was a different time then – it was unheard of back then to think anyone would insert a razor blade into an apple – or other horrendous things that happen in today’s world.  I was blessed to live in a time when Halloween was just fun!  The world today is crazy and sick, but today I want to go back in time for just a little while.

We in NO WAY gave glory to the evil one…  quite the opposite!  When people came into our “haunted house” which was not really haunted – they left with a lovely tract that talked about the Savior of the world – Jesus Christ!  We will not know this side of heaven how many people may have actually been helped by us – but it’s not our job to keep track.  It’s our job to find opportunities to minister in any creative way we can.  It’s much like the popular TRUNK OR TREAT that many churches participate in today.

In 1967 I was Raggedy Ann.  The costume was not too bad, but who remembers those masks???  You couldn’t see or breathe – both of which come in handy, even when you’re six years old!  My dad and I were clowns in 1968 – and again, I wore the weird, suffocating mask!

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The black dress I wore with the witch costume belonged to my mom.  Granny LaVella made it for her, and with her blessing, she passed it to me for the costume!  The red skirt I wore as gypsy Lou was made of a very heavy material and blocked the night air beautifully – that and I wore long johns underneath it.  Granny also made it for my mom.  Funny thing is, when mom wore this dress and skirt, they were knee-length on her – on me they were floor length!

Of all the memories I hold dear, the best one is of my parents being involved in my life.  They always made sure I was  warm underneath those costumes because sometimes it got pretty cold out there.  And we walked around the neighborhood – house to house.

When we got home and dumped out our bags, we found some good stuff!  Mrs. Guffy down the street always made homemade popcorn balls for us.  Mrs. Hale made sure we all got a full size Hershey bar – a full size one!

The Verboom’s made sure we got to go trick-or-treating in a neighborhood in Valley Center, a small town about 5 miles north of Wichita.  Our parents were involved in our lives – big time!

Here’s a cute cartoon from 1929, directed by the great Walt Disney himself.  Enjoy!

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What was your favorite costume???  I liked being a witch – but only because I got to use make-up instead of wearing a mask.  I also liked the cool fake fingernails – long and scary – but hardly practical – LOL!!!  Have a HAPPY HALLOWEEN!  😉

 

 

 

 

 

 

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HALLOWEEN

TL 10-31 HALLOWEEN

10-31 COSTUMES, MASKS & MAKE-UP
I would not call it a fear… but I’m very uncomfortable around people who are dressed in costumes, wearing masks or who are heavily made up. I like to look a person in the eye because I believe that old saying is true:

The eye is the window of the soul, the mouth the door. The intellect, the will, are seen in the eye; the emotions, sensibilities, and affections, in the mouth. The animals look for man’s intentions right into his eyes. Even a rat, when you hunt him and bring him to bay, looks you in the eye. – Hiram Powers

When I’m communicating with someone, I like to be able to look them in the eye. To judge a reaction you need to be able to see a person’s eyes. I guess the “fake” happiness that clowns have just creeps me out. I mean, doesn’t a clown ever have a really bad day? Do they have to be SO happy all the time?

When I was little, my parents took me to the North Pole. No, not the real North Pole, but to an amusement park in Colorado that had a North Pole theme. They told me I’d “get” to go see Santa – and I cried. I’m probably the only kid in the world who cried when told they were going to see Santa. My poor parents – they had a weirdo child.

If you’re alone, I’ll be your shadow. If you want to cry, I’ll be your shoulder. If you want a hug, I’ll be your pillow. If you need to be happy, I’ll be your smile. But anytime you need a friend, I’ll just be me.
– unknown

To be a real friend, lose the costume, mask and make-up. Just be yourself.    🙂

I miss the good ol’ days when kids could dress up like Bugs Bunny and be safe.

Here are some photos of my Halloween memories.

Happy Halloween!  Boo to You!  🙂