Halloween has always been a favorite holiday of mine, so I was dismayed when a friend challenged me for observing what he believes is a wicked satanic day, designed to promote the work of the devil!
How he got that out of a pumpkin, I’ll never know. Of course, it’s not a religious holiday, but I read that it was begun 2000 yrs ago with people known as the Celtics. They lived in what is today England, Ireland, Scotland and Wales. This was the beginning of the Celtic new year, a time to give thanks to the sun god for the harvest.
So I guess Halloween is whatever you decide to make of it. I choose to observe it as a harmless excuse for a bit of fun for the young and young at heart. Nothing excites me more than the day the pumpkins arrive in the stores. (I know, I need to get a life.)
Some of my favorite memories date to the 50s when the neighborhood kids planned for weeks how we would dress on Halloween. When the big day finally arrived we would go in droves up and down the streets of West Point, Mississippi tripping over our costumes and yelling “trick or treat.”
I don’t remember ever tricking anyone.
Word traveled fast about which home was giving out homemade treats. Funny isn’t it. If I made homemade treats today, the sheriff would probably come and lock me up!
This year Halloween will be extra special since I’ll be back in the old neighborhood trick or treating just like 50 years ago. My friends and I are going as what else – witches. We’re wearing black lipstick, painting our finger nails black and Norma found us some witches hats.
We’ll be at Waverly Waters for the witching hours, dancing to the music of the Torquays – the band that played for our parties back in the 60s. Satanic? Naw, I don’t think so.