I Remember Halloween
By: Tonia Brown
As we approach the end of the year, the weather turns cold and we huddle in our hovels waiting for the long days of winter, we we tend to find ourselves looking back at the days stretched behind us. Halloween is especially great for this because it's derived from the ancestral holidays of the Celts. Remembering folks and ideas and deeds at this time of year is ingrained into the fabric of our humanity. We should always remember.
I remember a lot about my past Halloweens.
I remember our parents dressing my twin sister and me as robots when we were very young. They used cardboard boxes painted silver for our bodies and heads and dryer vent tubing for our arms and legs, as well as lots and lots of foil. They called us Pete and Repeat. We were instructed to say our names when asked what we were dressed as. Sister was Pete. I was Repeat. We couldn't sit up in our costumes because of the boxes, so our parents slid us into the back of the station wagon flat on our backs. When we arrived at the next neighborhood, they would pull us out by the feet, prop us up, and we would waddle around the block saying Pete and Repeat over and over and over. Adorable twin robots scored lots of candy.
I remember one year our mother dressed us up as nerd joggers. Worst. Costume. Ever. I don't have anything else to add to that.
I remember when we lived in Georgia our dad got us to help him make a home haunt. He called it the "Devil's Graveyard" and we spent hours building a coffin out of cardboard and hanging plastic sheets to enclose our garage. Dad rigged a body in the coffin to sit up when you pulled a string. He put a devil mask on it and put little twinkling lights in the eye holes. We ended up with more candy than what we started with because we scared the neighborhood kids so badly they would drop their bags and run. The following year dad had to do a tour in Korea, and all of the kids came again expecting the Devil's Graveyard, but it wasn't there.
I remember our teacher giving us an assignment right on Halloween night, due the next night. This, of course, cut into my trick-or-treating. I went to the teacher and asked if I could turn it in two days from then instead of the next day, explaining how we always did stuff with our dad and how much I loved the holiday and how busy I would be. He was so moved he allowed me an extra day. Then I went and screwed it up by bragging about it and the teacher overheard me and withdrew his permission. I had to finish the work before we could go out that night. Needless to say my twin sister and dad weren't pleased.
I remember my first Halloween with my future husband. He knew sister and I did a lot of special effects makeup and wanted me to help dress him up as a hippie vampire. I agreed only on the contingency that I got to pick his costume next year, because he had silly ideas. Nineteen years later, we still take turns.
I remember the year he wanted to be a robot bee. The experience of being Pete and Repeat came in handy. He was an adorable robot bee. Yes, you're reading that correctly. Robot bee. What can I say? At least he is creative.
I remember the year my twin sister's asshole ex-husband decided to end their marriage on Halloween night. It wasn't coincidence, he planned the whole thing. He was supposed to be on the road with a job, but he snuck home early, trashed their house, packed up all of the valuables and drove straight to the haunted house we were running at a friend's house. We ran our groups through in a tour like fashion, and this asshat just stormed into the middle of a tour, pulled her out of her hiding hole where she was working her Halloween haunted house magic, and demanded she come with him to talk about their marriage. She basically told him to get lost because she was busy. She also said if he loved her, he wouldn't ruin her Halloween like the giant turd he was. Basically he made her choose Halloween or him, and she chose wisely. Her current husband would never do that to her. And that's why they have been happily married for so long.
I remember setting up a haunted garage at another friend's house that was so successful we had to turn people away by the end of the night because we were all so exhausted. We didn't do anything particularly special. Folks just love a free haunted garage. I know we do.
I remember the year we all dressed as zombies and went out to find a good haunted trail. The very first one we arrived at loved our costumes so much they pulled us out of line and asked us to be in the haunt for the night. We spent the next few hours scaring the crap out of the same people we were standing in line with earlier that night.
I remember the time sister and I helped manage a Halloween store in the mall during our time off from our regular jobs. It was a requirement to work Halloween night and dress up so you could give away candy to the hundreds and hundreds of kids that came to the mall that night. I dressed up as Dr. Zira from Planet of the Apes. I must say, it was a pretty good costume, so good it caused a scene of sorts. I was giving away candy and found myself invited to pose for pics with almost every kid that came through the store. The mall management ended up coming to the store to let us know we needed to move the photo op into the mall proper because we were holding up the candy line. When I stepped out of our store and into the mall area, I saw a line of eager kids backed up about six stores down. I spent the rest of the night off to the side of our store posing for pics with kids. One of the best Halloweens ever.
I remember spending many a Halloween running around, haunted house hopping or going to bars or entering costume contests. These days we live to watch horror movies and carve pumpkins and just hang out with family and friends. I guess as you get older you appreciate the atmosphere of the holiday more than the excitement. Or maybe I am just getting old and crabby and don't like dealing with people anymore. Maybe both?
I remember setting up a haunted garage at our dad's house many moons ago. We scared one little girl so badly, she dropped her bag of candy, ran back up the hill screaming, jumped into the car and continued to scream as her dad walked back down the hill to retrieve her bag of candy. He was laughing so hard at his daughter he couldn't talk to us. We apologized but he just waved his hand at us, laughed and returned to his car. They drove off screaming and laughing into the night.
I remember the mix of screaming and laughter being the perfect soundtrack to a perfect Halloween.
About the author:
Tonia Brown is a southern actor with a penchant for Victorian dead things. She lives in the backwoods of North Carolina with her genius husband and an ever fluctuating number of cats. She likes fudgesicles and coffee, though not always together. When not writing she raises unicorns and fights crime with her husband under the code name Dr. Weird and his sexy sidekick Butternut.
You can learn more about her at her website.
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