Staying the Halloween Jimmy-legs

I believe Dad liked Halloween as much as I did.  He stayed out of the costume discussions, never shopped for Halloween treats, and never considered dressing in a costume himself.  Still, he took us kids around to the neighbors; it was his idea to have a Halloween party when I was a little girl; and one year, when I was a not so little girl,  he stayed at home and ready for all the trick-or-treaters.

Our house got just a few trick-or-treaters, ’cause it was in the middle of the mile and just a few houses were on that mile.  That was a lot of walking for a few Squirrel Chews, Red-hots, Neccos, and Continue reading

Halloween: It’s Costume Time

When I was a little girl, Halloween was all about the costume.  Of course, I loved trick-or-treating. Still, Deanna, and Bonita, Vickie, and I started planning our costumes on Nov. 1, the day after Halloween, for the next Halloween.  Everyone who trick-or-treated had a costume.  Plus, we wore our costumes to school for the Halloween Party.  Maybe people could buy Halloween costumes; if they could, it was rare.  I am sure no one rented them, and there were no pop-up stores, just for Halloween, like there are now.  Another thing:  Halloween was just for kids.  No adult parties.  Adults never dressed up in costumes for Halloween.  Never, when I was a little girl.

I L-O-V-E loved Halloween.  Once Mom made me an elephant costume out of an old sheet, she dyed with RIT.  She did it in the washing machine, just like the box said, which was a good idea for getting the sheet the same color as an elephant, but bad for about a weeks worth of laundry.  Mom followed the directions to a T; just like the box said.  I know, cuz I heard her tell Nancy’s mother all about it, over a cup of tea.  The washing machine looked clean as a whistle, but that dye got hung up somewhere, and the whole laundry came out looking like a grey, old elephant.  That same year, Mom made Bonita a monkey suit out of an old furry coat somebody or another game us as hand-me-downs.  Relatives, I never even remembered I had, were all the time giving us hand-me-downs.  Mom was a wiz at making new things out of old things.  Those old clothes were like buried treasure.

Later on, Vickie wanted to be a mouse, and my old elephant costume got its ears clipped and its trunk snipped, and voilà, a mouse was born.  Mom made me into a mummy one year, and the headless horseman another.  That’s the year I won the contest for most original costume.  The goofy judge thought I was a spaceman. That’s just cuz he probably never read “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow”  I’m telling you, my mom could make any kind of costume in the whole wide world.  She made Julie a Little Red Riding Hood costume, and the hooded cape was so neat-keeno, that Julie wore it to school, every day she could, her whole kindergarten year.  Mom made tons of costumes for us kids.  If we dreamed it up, she found a way to make it.

I never got good at making costumes.  But… I still like Halloween.  And the best part of Halloween is figuring out what to “be.”  Every year, me and G-Money have a Halloween party for the grand-kids the weekend before Halloween.  This year, I dressed up as Mayhem (Allstate) and G-Money was the Affleck Duck.  (Actually, I was a biohazard, but the grandkids didn’t know what that was, so they morphed me into Mayhem. )  Mom came this year.  I dressed her up as Mrs. Potts.  No, I didn’t make the costume; I bought it.

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Mom (aka Grandma, aka Buscia) dressed as Mrs. Potts

Mom still makes costumes.  This year, she made one of her grandchildren into the Stanley Cup, and she made several saints costumes.

Here’s one of Mom’s latest creations, the Stanley Cup.  (I know, I know, everyone knows, the Black Hawk are the Cup winners.)

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This is the extent of my costume making ability:

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Biohazard and Duck (also known as Mayhem and Affleck)

 

Oh well, my Halloween expertise is with the food.  Click on this link to see some my ghoulish Halloween Food Creations:  http://wp.me/p2o8a4-nL

 

 

 

 

 

Staying the Halloween Jimmy-legs

I believe Dad liked Halloween as much as I did.  He stayed out of the costume discussions, never shopped for Halloween treats, and never considered dressing in a costume himself.  Still, he took us kids around to the neighbors; it was his idea to have a Halloween party when I was a little girl; and one year, when I was a not so little girl,  he stayed at home and prepared for all the trick-or-treaters.

Our house got just a few trick-or-treaters, ’cause it was in the middle of the mile and just a few houses were on that mile.  That was a lot of walking for a few Squirrel Chews, Red-hots, Neccos, and Continue reading

Halloween, Love, and Little Birdies

I am certain I did many things that  made my mother shake her head in disbelief.  Sometimes it was amazement; sometimes it was disdain or incredulity.  More than once I heard Mom say, “I can’t believe the way your mind works.”  Some things I did, in hindsight, surely made Mom’s hair stand on end.  I fell in love with David when I was in fourth grade.  What was I thinking?

Most of the time, Dad took us kids trick-or-treating down one side of our road and up the other.  That was super-fun, getting candy for no good reason, just for dressing up in a good costume and calling out “Trick-or-Treat.”   I found out later than “Trick” meant ‘give me candy or I’ll do something mean,’ like soap your windows, or turn over your outhouse, or maybe stick a potato in your car’s tailpipe, like Mom did when she was a kid.  I never ‘tricked’ anyone, ’cause for one thing, I never knew that was an option, and for another thing, Dad was there, and he always made me be polite.  Besides, nobody ever threw cold water all over me when I yelled “Trick-or-Treat”, like some guy did to Mom and Uncle Ken and Uncle Gene, so those three got thinking about getting even.  For Pete’s sake, what an old meanie that man was; he deserved to be tricked.  Still, Continue reading

Being What I Want to Be

When I was a little girl, Halloween was a special time of the year.   I could hardly wait for Mom to finish my costume, get on the bus and go to school for the Party.  Halloween was the first party of the school year.  No kids had store-bought costumes.  Maybe costumes were unavailable in stores back then.  Halloween was special because it was all about pretending, a holiday just made for kids.

From one Halloween to another, all us kids talked about what we were going to Be.  Up in the attic, behind the curtain stretchers, Mom kept a big brown barrel with a metal rings keeping  the top on tight.  That barrel was almost as tall as me.  Mom stored a bunch of old clothes all sealed up tight, so moths wouldn’t eat them up.  When she opened up that barrel the smell of mothballs went into my nose and out my eyes.  I sure could understand why a moth would stay away from there.  Once, okay maybe more than once, I sneaked up there to get a go through that old stuff, ’cause sometimes that old stuff gave me ideas about Halloween.

Mom found out about my sneaking ’cause the barrel lid was impossible to get closed again.  It snapped open with one finger on the lever.  To close it, the lid and the barrel had to be lined up just right, then the ring placed over that and snapped shut.  Snapping that blasted thing shut was the hardest thing of all:  sometimes I snapped it shut and it was only around the lid, sometimes only around the barrel, most of the times I couldn’t snap it shut at all.  Once I got that super tender skin, right where the fingers join the palm, clipped in there tight.  Eee-ouch!  Even with Bonita helping, closing that barrel was impossible.

With those special Mom eyes and ears, Mom knew Bonita and I were up in the attic, and she called out our names from the bottom of the stairway.  That’s about when those gol-darned curtain stretchers got me.  Those things had itty-bitty nails all around the edges that I helped Mom stretch the lace curtains over during spring cleaning. After she got the curtains all washed and rinsed then soaked in starch, we stretched all that white lace out, hooking it carefully over the nail, so the curtains Continue reading