My husband and oldest son headed out tonight with a group of Boy Scouts to go to some haunted houses. They dug through a bin with old masks and came up with two to wear for the event. Hopefully they come home in one piece. As they left, my mind jogged to memorable Halloweens in my past, so I thought I'd share one each day up until Halloween (provided my memory can serve me correctly).
I was fortunate growing up to live near a lot of young friends, all of who enjoyed each other's company. Weekends were filled with get-togethers almost every time of the year. Halloween was no exception. I don't think I have any pictures of our adventure this year, but allow me to illustrate the event as best I can. Some of you bloggers might remember this...
One year in particular, my sister and I were invited down to some friends on the South side of town who had 4 kids our ages (teens-college age). They lived near plenty of other friends, so we'd bring sleeping bags and crash wherever we could and enjoy a fun weekend with friends. That year, my sister and I decided to go as bums/hobos/homeless people. We figured the secret to going undetected was not to talk. If you say anything, the people know if you are male or female, so we remained silent until the gig was up. Anyway, we found the perfect masks that covered 3/4 of our faces. We painted black pencil on our chins to look like whiskers, not having shaved in a while. We covered our hair with bandanas as well as our necks. We got into Grandpa's closet and pulled out two big leather belts and wrapped them around a sleeping bags. Our clothes came from Goodwill and we tore them and had fun painting white out on them to look like we'd been attacked by the birds under the bridge (where supposedly bums sleep right?). We wore old work gloves on our hands, so as not to show our hands. We found old boots at Goodwill and painted them with bird mess too. To tell the truth, we looked pretty ragged. Just to top everything off, we stopped on the way and picked up a bottle of sparking apple cider and asked that it be bagged in a brown paper bag. We opened it up and passed it back and forth. When we got to the house where the party was being held, we parked at the very end of the long driveway and walked up the driveway, so the car wouldn't be detected. The man of the house was out watching a few spooks play basketball and welcoming others in when we walked up. I'll never forget his reaction. He had a look of bewilderment on his face. Just who were these two bums and why are they walking instead of driving here? Were they invited? Are they the neighbors just trying to prank us? Are they real bums who heard about this party and showed up for a free bed for the night? These were all questions that he told us later were going through his mind. We walked into the house and everyone stopped and stared. We took a seat on the couch and the grilling began. "Who are you?" ; "Can you talk?"; "What is your name?"; "Are you male or female?"; "Were you invited?" We were silent. The lady of the house started to announce that we'd play the first game. I can't even remember what it was just now, but we played along, not saying a word and more and more people just kept asking us who we were. One of my friends who knew me pretty well said she thought she knew who it was, but she wasn't 100% sure. She asked us if we guessed it then would we unveil ourselves. We shook our heads yes. She guessed, but she guessed incorrectly, so it kept on like that until somebody finally got it. By the time they figured it out, we had been the masks at least an hour or better, so it felt good to be ourselves again. It was a fun weekend though. I can't even remember what all we did, but I have a feeling it involved a lot of volleyball and ping pong. I miss those days and wish my kids could enjoy the same kind of fun.
Stay tuned for Part 2