Friday, October 14, 2011
Witches of Halloween Day 15, my very special Halloween Memory
I am a dyed in the wool, Halloween-aholic, solitary witch and a Trick or Treat ophile. I do know that my love of the end days of October began as a child and I have not in all these decades since missed a single opportunity to "over do" it in the name of a true believer in the Magick of Halloween.
I also know that some folks in the pagan world don't think that the spiritual and holiday at this time of year have any place together. You have that right to believe that. Why would I argue? But I am sure that there is plenty of room for both...especially in my mind, heart and belief system. Having said that I would like to share the most memorable Halloween of my 1950's childhood.
Marilyn's mother had hand drawn the invitations to the party. She wanted everything to be perfect for us. I could hardly wait. It was only going to be the girls from the Bluebird group coming together for this party so we didn't have to worry about those rat fink boys messing it up. They all had cooties, pinched and hit and just begged to be kicked. I of course always accomodated them with a good aimed kick from my saddle oxford clad feet. Boys were icky except for Marilyn's older brother who looked like Ricky Nelson and was dreamy.
My Mother worked very hard on my costume. I insisted I did not want one of those ugly costumes from Woolworth. I had tried one the year before and the plastic mask with the metal brads holding the elastic cord had cut my cheek and I couldn't see where I was going. Besides, I don't think I even looked like the witch from Snow White with that apron looking dress on. So Mom said if I wasn't going to make it easy on her, then she got to pick what I was to be. And she decided I was to be a gypsy.
So we looked through my sister's hand me downs and found a ruffled white blouse, three sizes to big for me but Mom began to take it in and we made plans to go to Woolworth on Saturday to get some material for the scarf and skirt for my gypsy costume. She was going to let me wear some of her jewelry and I was so pleased and very honored that I was old enough for her to trust me with her things. After all I was 7 and a big girl now.
The day of the party I couldn't sit still. It was better than Christmas. We were going to have a sit down supper and Marilyn had told us some of the wonderful things we were to have. Hamburgers, chips and ice cream sundaes. Her Mom had ordered some real Hamburger buns from the cafe on Central and they were probably going to be better than the ones I tried last month when we went shopping for my new school shoes. Anyway Marilyn had also told us how the box of decorations had come in the mail. Cats, witches, skeletons and streamers for miles and nuts cups with candy and matching plates and napkins. Her Mom had even decorated the chairs. I had never been to a party like that. Well, none of us had.
When my Mom came to pick me up, I told her I was never going to forget what that night felt like. It was the best night of my life. And I swore that I was always going to remember the magick that Marilyn's Mom had made for us forever.