10/31/2011


Happy Halloween!!

(Every little girl loves a bit of Hocus Pocus)

While I'm well aware that I've reached an age where it's inappropriate to go trick-or-treating, I still have to force myself not to put on a wig, paint my face and head out with a little pumpkin basket. I have such fond memories of Halloween as a child back in Vermont, and every year I wish I could recreate and re-live them once more. I can't wait until the time comes when I have my own children to carve pumpkins with, dress up and take trick-or-treating. Oh, and (as Dad always did) raid their ginormous stash of candy for a couple of my favorite goodies.

There are so many great memories of Halloweens gone by, but there are two in particular that stand out for me. 

The year Sonya was obsessed with The Power Rangers and had decided to dress up as the pink one named 'Kimberly.' (Hahahaha! Remind me to dig the family photo out for my Maid Of Honor speech at her wedding someday. Better yet...remind me to dig out the actual costume which is still in our basement) And being the Disney obsessed girly girl that I was (and still am) I finally got my wish and dressed up as my beloved Ariel from The Little Mermaid. I remember strutting around the house in my long red wig, sparkly sequin princess crown and green fish-tale bottoms. I felt like a million bucks...that was until Mom cramped my style big time by demanding I wear a heavy sweatshirt underneath my purple shell bra. Looking back now I'm glad she made me do that as I probably would have ended up with Bronchitis or Pneumonia otherwise...This being Vermont where it's not unlikely to have snow in the 5 day forecast at this point. 

By the end of the night we were whining and tired, Sonya  refused to wear the flimsy fabric pink Power Ranger helmet any longer and I looked as though someone had tried to use my head as a mop. The wind had blown bits of the red wig all around the crown to the point where I closely resembled a red-headed Amy Whinehouse impersonator. Whats more, the entire bottom half of my wig was strikingly similar to that of a forest and ended up in the garbage soon after we got back home. I do believe that's also the year Dad introduced the whole "Girls, you need to dump out all of our candy on the carpet so that I can look through it and make sure there aren't any needles or poisoned candy from bad people!"... I'm skeptical of his good intentions as our candy bowl was mysteriously sparse in terms of fun sized Snickers bars or Reese's Peanut Butter Cups from then on...

Another year my sister, cousin and I all worked for an entire week on our very own "haunted ghost tour." We spent hours spookifying our play house in the path between Mr. and Mrs. Pawul's house and ours. We made signs to stick by the road in an attempt to attract people to come to our little production. We carved pumpkins, hung plastic ghosts in the trees and covered everything we could get our hands on in spider webs.  We swept a path into the woods where we had organized branches and stumps in a circle for our 'audience' to sit on. We rehearsed 'ghost stories' which we would tell with a flashlight blinding us from below, and went as far as to designate ourselves as 'tour guides' for the walk from the front porch to the stumps. Mrs. P (bless her soul) even helped us make gooey chocolate brownies and chocolate devils food cake for our guests. 

In the end, our pathetic attempt at promoting/advertising our 'haunted ghost tour' failed us and the only people who showed up were our family members and neighbors. What's worse, I vaguely remember standing in front of everyone with a flashlight in my eyes telling my best interpretation of a ghost story...and hearing nothing but laughter. 


But these special times will stay with me until I'm old and wrinkled. I reflect back, smile and laugh. I wouldn't trade them for anything else. Aaaaah, the memories!





Hope you all enjoy a spooky - and safe - Halloween! 

Thanks for reading, guys!
Take good care,




Amanda 





2 comments:

  1. Oh the MEMORIES! Our haunted ghost tour and all the work we put into it!(No wonder none of us went into acting) My childhood would not have been the same with out you, Sonya and all my other cousins. Love You! Kayla

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  2. :) I love our childhood memories! Love you lots Kayla

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