now I am not big on halloween, this may sound odd to anyone who knew my family, my mother was a practising witch along with other talents such as tarot reading etc, she never made a great deal of money at it if anything she died penniless and unhappy but for those who know me in my day to day life they always expect that thanks to my rather strange upbringing -mother was a full on pagan and practised everything from devil worship to spiritualism if it was a little out there she would generally chase it, suffice it to say the ‘family’ home was covered in huge paintings of various demons and the floors had pentagrams and magic circles surrounded with candles this didn’t really mesh well with northern middle class suburban england but then mother didn’t mesh well with anything or anyone, except perhaps maybe the devil ^_^, to be honest it just used to annoy me more than anything i never really brought anyone back to my home because those friends i did manage to make would never have understood and i much preferred being away from home anyway. From a young age around 13 I regularly either ran away or just stayed round friends until they got sick of me by 15 i had met my first husband and life went its own way then, now my mother as you can imagine became somewhat famous around our local community and i not only got used to being spoken to as ‘Maries’ daughter -it was like i never had a name of my own just Maries daughter- to everyone saying ‘ooh i bet you are looking forward to halloween’
well no actually I wasn’t
i always wanted to be my own person and to not be lumped in with my mother and it took many years before i would even mention her to anyone who had only known me and not my family. It’s hard enough living under the shadow of someone so controversial but to meet the rest of my family well lets say we surpassed the Adams family with both character and nefarious deed.
as I said from around 14 to 15 i was becoming my own person and was free of the restraints of my drugged up gypsy mother and my Victorian middle class free mason father and i left them all behind as far as i could i traveled to many places though the first husband was as annoying as the family i still felt happier just being away from the family.
eventually around ten years later i was so heartily sick of the first husband and indeed constantly travelling i came back to this tiny town and scary as it was i knew the town itself was beautiful and a safe place to bring children up in. As it happens life took charge once again and within moments of returning my second husband happened along with four kids a mortgage and here we are now twenty six years later and i still don’t like halloween
to me if it was a night when those who practiced witch craft or the dark arts were allowed to celebrate their life styles then you know i probably wouldn’t mind it so much but it isn’t that at all is it? nope and nope again it has become like quite a lot of things these days; nothing more than a glut of commercialization and consumerism, children are encouraged to go out and knock on strangers doors in what i call begging- because lets face it if you knock on someones door asking for food then you are begging, and that’s before we go down the road of sending innocent children to strangers houses and there are still urban legends of sweets being laced with all sorts of drugs i shudder with the whole idea.
there is also the idea that apparently i should love the this particular glutfest because i like writing horror stories, hmmm now i have always maintained that i am the most contradictory person you will ever meet so yes i love horror, i write horror, i watch only horror films, but i do not like halloween.
you know whats worse than this though? halloween is also my oldest daughters birthday and every year it gets hijacked with people dressed in stunningly awful costumes who drunkenly justify their inappropriate and ridiculous actions with the idea that ‘hey it’s halloween- let’s all crash the quiet house near the woods and unwittingly cause the old couple who live there quietly heart attacks and costly damage to their home’ although i don’t think their actual conversations go anything like that i think giggling swearing and .alcohol mixed with weed and whatever other substances the youth of today get their hands on in an effort to show the even younger ones how cool a role model they are and basically make up a conversation of ‘hey um we’re bored um what s to do um yeah that house lets go there, as so the cycle continues.
so there you go there is no witches, no pumpkins, no skeletons, at my house i do have one bowl which contains pre -made little bags of haribo and should anyone call on that night they will be given one little bag each and that’s it, the rest of the night is devoted to my oldest and helping her have a lovely night
although last year my second daughter did come up with what i do think is a brilliant idea and that is we buy a pumpkin but it is not carved at all but set upon and altar of red velvet and each child that knocked on our door begging for sweets would be made to worship the pumpkin first, once they had bowed and said worshipful words to the great pumpkin then we would bestow upon them the one tiny bag of haribo i may even see if i can find the sour fizzy haribo ^_^
but be that as it may i still love a damn good poem and so here is The Raven as spoken by the rather excellent Christopher Lee
have a super excellent time no matter how you choose to spend it (but if you come knocking at my door be prepared to worship the great pumpkin)
love and peace to all