Oh Joy, Oh Rapture ! The Spooky Season has truly begun… In spite of the weather still being warm and muggy here in Central Arkansas. This time of year, I should be in Ohio enjoying the crisp nights and cider laden breezes. I think I must really get something new created so I can get myself invited to the big convention held every year near Columbus at Hallowe’en. I can’t think of a better way to enjoy the season than to spend it with a hoard of sci-fi and fantasy fans. I still know my way back home to Ohio….
I bought my first pumpkin of the year today, a wee white Boo. But, as I look at it I am reminded of the one person who should still be on the planet and who will always be Hallowe’en to me, Ray Bradbury. It is sad that I never actually met him because we wrote back and forth for awhile and I miss him dearly. Well, honestly, who doesn’t miss Ray dearly ?
We shared chats about Ireland and the wonders of early years growing up with the smell of chimney smoke and the sound of crackling leaves when Fall came. Pillow cases full of candy, homemade costumes, carmel apples cooling in the kitchen and kids running and laughing up and down the streets. How lucky to have grown up in a place and time when it was safe for us to venture out alone in the dark from house to house.
Of course I recall with delight that all the candy we got then were full bars… Huge candy bars so much bigger than they are today. Gosh, just one Baby Ruth seemed to weigh a ton. If we were to trade candy after a Hallowe’en haul I’d be after your Payday, Baby Ruth and Zero bars as well as a handful, of Mary Janes, Hershey Kisses and those weirdly orange Circus Peanuts.
What would be your favorite candies ? I’d love to hear about your Hallowe’en memories so tell me a story or two here, ok ?
There’s nothing like a good Autumn tale to get me geared up for making Scarecrows and ghosts.