Sunday, October 31, 2010

Step Into My Web...











Hello, my dearies!
Welcome to the Witchin’ Kitchen where I
will brew up tales of Hollow’s Night of Yore.


Many harvest moons ago, there lived a
family
of four in the beach city of
Santa Monica, where
the foghorn bellowed
and the dense fog swirled
in ghostly waves,
bathing the city in an eerie glow.


Halloween was spooky in our neighborhood.
Houses all stacked like dominoes lined the
unlit street,
with narrow passageways
between the houses.


I was convinced a witch lived in one of the
houses
along the walkway. Her pointy nose and
glaring
eyes always peered through the parted
lace curtains
at the window anytime I walked by.

Mom loved Halloween.
She wore her huge black witch’s hat, and tied
a
sheet around her.
Raisins dotted her face like old, gnarled warts.


Michael was a pirate and I, a witch--what else?
I’m not sure if my Halloween bucket got pirated
and pillaged by Michael as I stealthily tried to
hide my treats.

Years later, we were living in the hot San
Fernando
Valley where thoughts of Halloween
were brewing yet again.

We decorated the house with ‘pumpkin tumbleweeds’.
Mom had her warty, powdered face and dad had a
few surprises of his own.

When the grandkids came over Halloween night,
he told them to go to the closet...
Suddenly, the kids were screaming--dad had
his prosthetic
leg propped up in the corner with
an old shoe attached.

That always gave dad a laugh.

As I later had my own family, I strung cobwebs,
hung
skeletons and spiders, stuck a candle in a
cow’s skull, and played spooky
howling tapes from
the upstairs window that could be
heard outdoors.
Needless to say, there were few kids coming
to the door!

It’s that time of year again, in another town where
we have Halloween parades up the street of our
gated community, and a few kids will come to claim
their
treats. I have an overfilled pot of candy waiting--
and maybe, a trick or two…

4 comments:

Debby Wier said...

Nancy, that was simply spooktacular and beautifully written. You are a true wordsmith. Those were the Good Old Days!

GutsyWriter said...

Did you empty your candy pot?
Duke and I were invited to our "old" neighbors "new" house. They're young and moved. A lot of fun, after a long day of filming in Glendale, and fighting traffic on the 5 freeway.

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