I usually don't work Mondays, so today I played a little bit, taking pictures and really just being out in our fabulous fall weather. It was especially windy, and leaves blew, and blew, then blew some more. Some branches are stripped! My garden filled up with leaves, as did the evergreens. I posted a poem on Margaret Gibson's kidblog site, where they gave a challenge to write a choka, which is a double haiku, for the National Day Of Writing. Check it out from her students! That pushed me to sit in the yard and take a 'burst' of photos on my phone so I could capture leaves falling. See, I really did play! That one leaf in photo two looks like a butterfly!
Afterwards, I kept thinking of Halloween. I'm old enough that it was way before the huge Halloween candy displays and decorations, and many times we were given apples, sometimes not very good ones, and all sorts of homemade goodies. However, the candy wasn't the big thing anyway, and the people in my little town where I lived until I was twelve were delighted to see us in our costumes and always welcoming. I knew most everyone, and actually remember liking the attention. One memory is when it became very cold and starting to snow, and my choice that year was to be Tinker Bell. I thought I looked so pretty, and then my mother made me wear my winter coat. Big disappointment.
I also remember enjoying being a little scared. Sometimes people would leap out from behind a bush, and laugh when we jumped and screamed. It was okay because then whoever it was would show themselves, and say "Happy Halloween!"
My grandparents read to me all the time, and one final memory I'll share is a favorite scary poem, one my grandfather read every Halloween. There are so many great Halloween poems around. I enjoy them all, but this one brings back my grandfather's voice too--special. If you have a favorite poem for this holiday, share in the comments!
Little Orphant Annie, by James Whitcomb Riley
The sober and the silent ones; the boisterous and glad ones;
The good ones -- Yes, the good ones, too; and all the lovely bad ones.