When I was a kid, my parents handed out little toy cars and rubber bugs/snakes/monsters that my father picked out at the store. Ours was a very popular stop on the trick-or-treating rout as a result. Nobody else did it that way, so we were special. My father used to love dressing up in the bat costume my mother made for him, playing his home-made sound effects tape, and turning on the colored bulbs in the lamps to make it look dim and spooky.
I enjoyed helping to scare kids at a friend's house in past years. We even made one girl shriek and run down the street, forgetting that her mother was waiting in the car at the curb. Also, a lady once said we'd "scared the fat off" her. She was laughing, so it was pretty funny. I liked to pretend I was a fake figure - scare crow or monster - propped up in a chair to hold the candy bowl on the porch. I'd wait until they had their candy securely in their bags, so they wouldn't miss out or drop it, then I'd jump up and make a scary noise, pretending I was going to reach out and grab or chase them. We got a reputation. The kids loved going to that house. But those friends have since moved.
Costumes can be inconvenient if poorly chosen, but I've done some fun ones. This year, however, there have been a couple hitches, so the complication has added to the stress of my life. It's been getting more like that in recent years, so my enthusiasm has waned. My girlfriend and I go to a party each year, so I feel like I can't just be scary and pop out at kids. I have to be creative and different each year. I like being creative, but I'm spending a little too much money on it when I'm trying to be careful about my budget, and fixing the problem is a hassle. We're going as a matched set this year, though, so that makes it more worthwhile. I'll be a mad scientist. She'll be my lab rat. It's like the year I told my friend with a bad back to wrap up in sheets and blankets, carry a pillow, and go as an unmade bed - a costume I'd done before, having heard about it from my sister. Well, he did it, and his wife decided to match by wearing a bathrobe and pajamas, messing up her hair, and using make-up to put dark circles under her eyes. She was a restless night's sleep.
My girlfriend loves to carve a pumpkin, and we like picking our pumpkins out together. For me, though, gutting pumpkins is chilly and uncomfortable, what with the slime. Carving is hard, because I don't have strong hands. It's not so much fun for my girlfriend if she has to help me, as well as do her own. So, I do my best. But I like designing the face and lighting a candle in the resulting jack-o-lantern.
The time of year is pretty, and I've always loved it, in spite of it being the precursor to the cold of winter and a time when I have to adjust to a temperature change, which is always hard. At least the summer's brutal heat is gone.
Oh, btw, the god actually dies in August, "going to seed". It's a grain thing then. Autumn is the time of year for final harvest, when that which will be saved is stored up and that which won't keep or is overabundant is eaten. The harvest is of apples and the like, which come in at this time of year. Also, animals are either slaughtered and their meat preserved or their pens and feed are prepared if they are meant to survive the winter. That's part of the death aspect, along with the harvest, so it's also a feast time. The animals that are kept over the winter are the cause of the February celebration, as the lactating of the ewes, in response to having given birth, is celebrated. Unlike the solstices and equinoxes, these and the May celebration were the original Celtic festivals, and they were celebrated when the appropriate events took place, not on the same specific days each year. In other words, you'd celebrate the lactation of the ewes when they actually started lactating, not because a date on the calendar had arrived. Remember also, this had to do with the climate in that part of the world, not with what might make sense in one part or another of some other culture's land, with that climate dictating events.
Life and death were not always considered so distinct to earlier cultures. they dealt with both all the time. We have it pretty cushy in modern times and places. It makes it easy to forget where things came from. For another example: clowns. They're not an outgrowth of court jesters, as many people think. They come from rather nasty spirits in Germanic culture. So, if you're afraid of clowns, who can blame you?
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