Halloween was a hoot this year. Jamie dressed in his finest and walked around the street with the kids and I. We all carried spooky lanterns and knocked on the doors. It was a valuable lesson for the kids in thanking people for their time and not expecting to get lollies or treats in every door. I was delighted that many of the neighbours were expecting us and some going to the trouble of making gravestones or putting out candles to welcome trick or treaters.
Jamie made us cocktails and kept them topped up as we tottered around the street. We then went back to our house for more cocktails and guests arriving in costume.
Adrian looked fantastic as Frankenstein’s monster – with a greed head and flattened skull, large green fingers. He scared a few kids for real, sending one off crying to his mum on the footpath.
Although most people liken Halloween to an American festival, the roots go much deeper than fifty years from the US. I like to observe Halloween as a celebration of the dead, honour their passing and lesson learnt and look forward to the next day as an awakening to a new part of the year. For me it’s a time of reflection on life.
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