And so it begins
The first workday in October is when I start trotting out the creepy bows, regardless of what day it falls on. Some of my bows are legit creepy (see here), and then some are just fun, like this one.
BOO! LOL, flip sequins aren't all the rage like they were a few years ago, but every so often I do still find a bow that has them. This one can be orange or black or both, and I usually choose both because it reminds me of tigers. My mama's high school mascot was a tiger, so that drawn-out association makes me think of her. My mama loved being a Clearwater Tiger, by the way; her family moved from Piedmont after she graduated, so she's the only member of my immediate family who did NOT graduate from Malden High School. In a sea of Greenwave alumni, she's the lone Tiger and she loves it. Mama's side of the family moved back to Malden in...1971, I think it was, but she still calls Piedmont "home."
My mom loves Halloween, by the way. Daddy's favorite holidays were always his birthday and Fourth of July, and I love Christmas and Easter, but Halloween has always been the one Mama loved. When I was a kid we'd fill the house with fake jack o'lanterns, goofy-looking candles, and a haunted house with a ghost that made an obnoxious racket every time someone walked by it or turned off a light. I remember that house being particularly annoying one evening, and after it went off one too many times Mama casually picked it up and turned it off, saying "I'm gonna turn you off. I've had about enuff of you for one evening!" Seriously, that dumb thing went off in the middle of the night more than once, scaring the daylights out of all of us. We had a Christmas wreath that did that too, but that's a story for...well, for Christmas!
And then there was the outside! Flags and windsocks for Fourth of July, real jack o'lanterns and more windsocks for Halloween. The windsocks for Halloween were a witch and a vampire, and after my kindergarten year, a ghost. I've told this story over on my doll blog, but it's funny so I'll tell it here too. The ghost windsock was white, as ghosts usually are, and one morning we went outside to find out that a bird had taken a dump on the ghost. Mama was incensed: "The nerve of that damn bird, crapping on my cute little ghost!" she yelled as she pulled the windsock down and carried it inside to be washed. Then to my sister and me, "Alright, you two, stop that giggling!" The resulting stain never came out, and every year the rest of the family got to giggle at Mama's renewed fury towards an anonymous, likely dead bird.
I could go on, but I want to spread out the Halloween memories a bit. Oh my, do I have plenty!
Cheers,
RagingMoon1987
My mom loves Halloween, by the way. Daddy's favorite holidays were always his birthday and Fourth of July, and I love Christmas and Easter, but Halloween has always been the one Mama loved. When I was a kid we'd fill the house with fake jack o'lanterns, goofy-looking candles, and a haunted house with a ghost that made an obnoxious racket every time someone walked by it or turned off a light. I remember that house being particularly annoying one evening, and after it went off one too many times Mama casually picked it up and turned it off, saying "I'm gonna turn you off. I've had about enuff of you for one evening!" Seriously, that dumb thing went off in the middle of the night more than once, scaring the daylights out of all of us. We had a Christmas wreath that did that too, but that's a story for...well, for Christmas!
And then there was the outside! Flags and windsocks for Fourth of July, real jack o'lanterns and more windsocks for Halloween. The windsocks for Halloween were a witch and a vampire, and after my kindergarten year, a ghost. I've told this story over on my doll blog, but it's funny so I'll tell it here too. The ghost windsock was white, as ghosts usually are, and one morning we went outside to find out that a bird had taken a dump on the ghost. Mama was incensed: "The nerve of that damn bird, crapping on my cute little ghost!" she yelled as she pulled the windsock down and carried it inside to be washed. Then to my sister and me, "Alright, you two, stop that giggling!" The resulting stain never came out, and every year the rest of the family got to giggle at Mama's renewed fury towards an anonymous, likely dead bird.
I could go on, but I want to spread out the Halloween memories a bit. Oh my, do I have plenty!
Cheers,
RagingMoon1987
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