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Wednesday, October 26, 2011

The Ghosts of Halloween Past


Halloween from days gone by. Well, a few years ago. Days long gone smelled like decaying maple leaves, meant parkas zipped up over home-made costumes, rain, orange and chocolate cupcakes, my mom pretending that something was climbing up the basement stairs behind me and my kitchen chair. Here, in my sub-tropical adulthood, or what has stood-in for adulthood, I've tried to make it as autumn as I can, despite all the bright sunlight. Sun has to go down some time.









3 comments:

Sans! said...

Over here we have just celebrated Deepavali or Diwali , the Festival of Lights.

This is when our Hindu friends light up little dishes (diya) of oil lamps and placed them around their houses. A very pretty festival and like Halloween, best enjoyed at night fall :).

Daydreamer said...

Amy, you fill your Tropical home with a Northern darkness that NEEDS the Fire.... I fill my Cold Northern home with tropical flowers that Imagine the warmth.... (It is Snowing here tonight!)
Where is the Happy Medium? Or is it REALLY all a case of the grass is greener.....
Or Memories and Dreams.... that we can never escape...
I LOVE your decorations! You have made the Mood better than I ever manage to....

Amy said...

Sans, I 've seen some images from Diwali, though only in India. It looks so beautiful-any holiday that features collections of light are my favorites. Even when the power goes out, and it does more than we would like, in the summer, I wind up keeping the candles lit a little longer than I need to. Once I get over the loss of the computer, I ease into the flickering low light, the way it animates the rooms...

Betsey-I saw this morning on the news that it was snowing-I think even my brother in New York is going to see some snow. I don't remember it ever snowing in the Octobers of my childhood, frost (on the pumpkin) maybe, never the white stuff. It should learn to wait its turn, for heaven's sake.

It's interesting what we chose to represent our memories of the season-I keep remembering yellow maples, the streets paved with fallen amber colored oak leaves. But that was my earlier life, the later years were still a little green, warmer, more like late summer. Maybe I'm mixing my memories with too many viewings of Charles Schultz's "It the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown"...