Here is my take on Halloween, as featured in the autumn edition of Within magazine:)
Autumn is here and it is my favourite time of year.
I love crunching through the crispy leaves, collecting conkers with the boys and most of all, Halloween.
Just before the long winter evenings set in, Halloween is a welcome distraction from the chilly mornings and the imminent hustle n bustle of Christmas time.
The whole celebration doesn’t have to cost much either; Costumes can be cheap n cheerful and we’ve often had the most fun making our own at home – having said that, I am not the most artistic mum and most of my creations rely on a steady supply of bin bags, safety pins and a gallon of fake blood.
Whilst we are busy designing costumes and writing shopping lists involving newt’s eyes and plastic spiders, it always makes me think back to Halloween past, when my sister Lisa and I were kids.
As youngsters we never went without, and were always well fed, clean and nicely turned out. Money was tight, as it was for many in the 80’s but
Halloween was something we always looked forward to, one of the highlights of the year when we would get together with my cousins to celebrate in style.
We often combined Halloween with bonfire night and always took our pumpkin with us to my Aunts house, where we would have a party complete with fireworks and apple bobbing.
I have very fond memories of watching my uncle race around the garden being chased by a Catherine Wheel that hadn’t been nailed to the fence properly and drinking sneaky snowballs with my cousin when the grown-ups weren’t looking. Apple bobbing was great fun, until I reached about 11 and realized that for years I had been dipping in and out of a big bowl of spit as ‘the little ones’ were allowed to go first. One year I bobbed for an apple and came out with a mouth full of dummy.
Costumes were of the homemade variety, sometimes with a shop-bought mask added. I can still remember the hot and sweaty plastic on my face as I tried to see out of an eyehole more suited to Cyclops. One year I was a Mummy, rocking two whole rolls of toilet paper but my favourite by far was the year I was a punk.
Mum made me a bin bag dress complete with dog chain belt and big, hooped earrings. I felt so sophisticated that I considered adopting the look full time, well, until Mum said a stern “No chance” anyway.
I always love the smell of autumn, but on Halloween it is especially great. Cold, crisp air mixed with the earthy smell of leaves and toffee apples. I do not, however like trick or treaters.
Let me explain; We were never allowed to go trick or treating, Mum always said it was dangerous to knock on strangers doors, whatever the date may be. As a youngster I thought this was the meanest thing ever and every year I would ask again, get the same answer and then sulk.
One year, when I was about 12-years-old I told Mum I was going to my friends for tea and we went trick or treating instead. It was one of the most exciting evenings of my life as we set off with a carrier bag each and a pocket full of eggs for anyone preferring a trick.
We collected loads of goodies from the neighbours and it was only as my bag filled that I realized I couldn’t take them home with me without mum finding out.
My friend and I sat in the local park and, with spooky masks now removed, we ate all the sweets we had amassed. Staggering home feeling rather sick and shaky due to the sugar rush, this was not the last time I would greet November with a tummy ache. I’m sure Mum knew exactly what we had been up to anyway, we didn’t have the sense to travel further afield, instead calling at the other houses on our street!
My children have inherited a love of all things spooky wooky and they’re looking forward to the Halloween my Mum and Dad throw every year.
For one night only their house is transformed into Spooky Towers – a place not for the weak hearted and where nothing is quite as it seems.
Both my parents are creative and put this to good use as they rig the house and put on a delicious spooky spread.
Dad has even created a pulley system that he connects to a skeleton strategically sat in the corner of the room – as the kids walk by one of us tug the invisible thread and the said kid never fails to jump, scream and run crying in terror. Fantastic family fun if you ask me.
Talking of scaring the kids, Halloween is the perfect time to watch some spooky movies. Tim Burton is a firm favourite in our house, Jack Pumpkin Head is slightly chilling but more fun than scary. Personally I like Coraline – released in 2009 it tells the tale of an adventurous girl who finds another world that is a strangely idealized version of her frustrating home, but it has some very sinister secrets.
The reason I like it so much is because, although it is an animated children’s film, it is really dark and my 10-year-old son finds it really scary. Meany mummy.
This Halloween is almost here and our preparations are well under way. We have a pumpkin fresh from my parents allotment and cant wait to get carving – I find it somewhat therapeutic, so much so that last year I carved faces in all sorts from grapes to butternut squash. The kids were totally spun out when I served them dinner surrounded by an array of spooky vegetables with faces staring at them.
Well, I’m off to find some bat blood before the shops shut – What’s your thoughts on trick or treating? Tweet and let me know @taaliah76