General Halloween Rambling (Apologies in advance)
Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2009 12:21 pm
It's a gloomy, overcast day here in Kingston-Upon-Thames, the leaves are falling steadily from the trees and in sufficient quantity for those wonderful piles of Autumnal crunchiness to form.
It's on days like this, sitting at my work desk, when my mind wanders to times long ago when I was a boy coming home from school kicking my way through the leaves and looking forward to the BBC's after school t.v. programmes that I would watch from 4-6pm before my Dad arrived home and we ate dinner together as a family.
Particularly special were those Halloween evenings. For a couple of years some friends and I went on some highly lucrative trick or treat runs, trick or treat not being popular in our town we pretty much had the place to ourselves - Halloween received some TV specials a mention at school and the very occasional neighbourhood Halloween party. But for the most part it was a solo homage by me, I would read a spooky book, take my dog for a walk longer and later than usual, and just sit in the back garden watching the sky and letting my imagination take me. One Halloween my Grandfather built a bonfire for me in the garden and we baked some potatoes and sausages, just the two of us, it remains my happiest childhood memory.
I missed Halloween from 16-19 but rediscovered it at university when even at the expense of going to the student union bar I would take the day off to walk the ancient paths of Cambridge and to spend the long evening with the Witches of Eastwick, a spooky book and time in the garden....my imagination still worked on demand.
From 23-30 I worked overseas in Asia and Halloween was again forgotten.
At 31 I returned to the UK and gradually I found the magic again, I tried too hard for the first couple of years and failed to recapture those old joys, but then in 2005 my wife and I took my eldest nephew on a ghost hunt on the big day and I was suddenly back in the zone. The next year, 2006, I found these boards and a rapport with the people on them (mostly my colonial cousins but with a Romanian, a few of my fellow Brits and a slightly terrifying Canadian), and suddenly Halloween was a month long event.
I know I'm waffling on, apologies, but to end I wanted to mention that for me Halloween has never really been a party event; I've only been to one Halloween party when I was about 8 years old. Instead Halloween is a state of the mind or maybe of the spirit, I now share it with my wife and my sister's kids and we have great fun, but essentially it's something inside of me that is a personal emotion. It's a month long comfort-blanket where I feel free to indulge myself, where I feel slightly superior to the average Joe because I get it and they don't, and it's also a link to my past, a reservoir of happy memories, a justification for my occasional belief in magic and a link to the history of the country I love.
I'm a big fan of Christmas too and I usually party hard, but it's much more of a group thing and whilst it has all of the great memories associated with it it's just far more in your face. For me Halloween is an annual treasure hunt, a search for the fairies at the bottom of the garden and a nod to myself that that boy from 3 decades ago is still there as part of me and I'm very grateful for it.
It's on days like this, sitting at my work desk, when my mind wanders to times long ago when I was a boy coming home from school kicking my way through the leaves and looking forward to the BBC's after school t.v. programmes that I would watch from 4-6pm before my Dad arrived home and we ate dinner together as a family.
Particularly special were those Halloween evenings. For a couple of years some friends and I went on some highly lucrative trick or treat runs, trick or treat not being popular in our town we pretty much had the place to ourselves - Halloween received some TV specials a mention at school and the very occasional neighbourhood Halloween party. But for the most part it was a solo homage by me, I would read a spooky book, take my dog for a walk longer and later than usual, and just sit in the back garden watching the sky and letting my imagination take me. One Halloween my Grandfather built a bonfire for me in the garden and we baked some potatoes and sausages, just the two of us, it remains my happiest childhood memory.
I missed Halloween from 16-19 but rediscovered it at university when even at the expense of going to the student union bar I would take the day off to walk the ancient paths of Cambridge and to spend the long evening with the Witches of Eastwick, a spooky book and time in the garden....my imagination still worked on demand.
From 23-30 I worked overseas in Asia and Halloween was again forgotten.
At 31 I returned to the UK and gradually I found the magic again, I tried too hard for the first couple of years and failed to recapture those old joys, but then in 2005 my wife and I took my eldest nephew on a ghost hunt on the big day and I was suddenly back in the zone. The next year, 2006, I found these boards and a rapport with the people on them (mostly my colonial cousins but with a Romanian, a few of my fellow Brits and a slightly terrifying Canadian), and suddenly Halloween was a month long event.
I know I'm waffling on, apologies, but to end I wanted to mention that for me Halloween has never really been a party event; I've only been to one Halloween party when I was about 8 years old. Instead Halloween is a state of the mind or maybe of the spirit, I now share it with my wife and my sister's kids and we have great fun, but essentially it's something inside of me that is a personal emotion. It's a month long comfort-blanket where I feel free to indulge myself, where I feel slightly superior to the average Joe because I get it and they don't, and it's also a link to my past, a reservoir of happy memories, a justification for my occasional belief in magic and a link to the history of the country I love.
I'm a big fan of Christmas too and I usually party hard, but it's much more of a group thing and whilst it has all of the great memories associated with it it's just far more in your face. For me Halloween is an annual treasure hunt, a search for the fairies at the bottom of the garden and a nod to myself that that boy from 3 decades ago is still there as part of me and I'm very grateful for it.