I have mixed feelings about Halloween, but it can be fun as long as one keeps it in perspective as just dressing up and going boo.
I enjoyed it as a child, wearing costumes we generally made from things about the house, except the masks. I use to win one of the prizes at grade school often. I still have a little book on birds I won one year as the ugliest. (Did I dress up that year?)
Yeah I did. I was either a witch or a bum.
I won a prize in the annual West Chester Halloween Parade in 1951 when I was 10. I went as Mr. Peanut. My grandmother sewed the body using a large potato sack. The top hat was just formed out of cardboard and the cane was one I had won at the town carnival. She dyed a pair of my granddad's long johns black to make the leggings and sleeves. The monocle was cardboard and string sewed on and a pair of white cloves completed it.
Here I am on the Judge's Stand at the end of the parade getting my award. I think it was five dollars.
It was really difficult seeing out of the thing.
In 1957 we all got into the act and went out to friends and neighbors. I'm in the middle and I admit my outfit would not be politically correct today. My mother is on the right and my grandmother is the witch on the left.
Dress up for us kind of went by the wayside after marriage. Maybe just the way we dressed in the 1960s made it Halloween everyday.
Eventually we had kids and made costumes for them although some were purchased.
I guess Noelle carried on the tradition of my grandmother's witch.
Laurel wanted to be a Fluppy Dog, I think that was what those characters were.
Getting a little more homemade here. Darryl's was bought, a vampire ghost. Laurel made her own, I'm not sure what she was anymore. I can't tell from this picture.
My wife helped Noelle become a gumball machine, but it was noelle's idea.
This year the girls came up with their own outfits. Noelle is a bee and Laurel is a Zebra.
Hmmm, where's darryl?
Perhaps he was afraid of bees.
I got back in the swing of things in the 1990s. We always dressed up at work.
The first time I did, I kind of borrowed Laurel's homemade costume and went as an M&M. From Mr. Peanut to a piece of candy. What progress.
The next year I was very sexy in my sheer black lingerie at the World's ugliest Playboy Bunny.
The final year I was the Phantom of the Opera.
The hat was actually an Amish Hat I had bough in Dutch Country years before.
I was suffering from my hyperthyroidism at the time and being treated with steroids. This had swollen my face and neck, which kind of added to the look.
One of my fellow managers, Phyllis, was actually terrified by the costume. She couldn't stay in the area with me.
Masked.
Unmasked (but still masked.
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Noelle carries on. This year she made herself and her friends "Nuns with Bad Habits". One was "Bar Nun", one was "Nun With a Bun" and the black fellow in her group was "Sister brother". Noelle was "Nun on the Run".
I didn't get the ball and chain around her ankle in the shot.
She carved her Rosary from soap.
Her prison number is Acts 20:23
"I only know that in every city the Holy Spirit warns me that prison and hardships are facing me."
Enjoy the holiday if you practice it. be careful out there of all the trick and treaters. And BOOO!
2 comments:
Good posting Lar! I was thrown by the strike throughs on the text but now I understand it was a mistake. It's called a "subscript." I don't know what the purpose of it is but you can updo it by hitting "subscript" again.
Ron
Ron,
Actually it is called "strikethrough". (Subscript is something else which gives you small script within your normal type line, like a footnote reference.) Yes, normally to remove this line you would highlight the text and click the strikethrough icon again. I did that and it didn't work, so I left it go and put in the note.
I went back in later in the evening and tried again and this time it worked and the line went away.
I think it happened originally because I hit the wrong icon to do something and I must have had all my print highlighted. I'm glad I got rid of it, though. Thanks for the advice.
Lar
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