When I was young, Halloween was a big part of my year, not only because it involved dressing up and scouring the neighborhood for treats, but because it was always tied in with my birthday which happens to be the day before Halloween. My mom always had my birthday party on Halloween, and all my guests came dressed in costume and after cake and ice cream, we headed out for an afternoon of trick-or- treating. Back then, our costumes were thrown together with whatever we happened to have lying around the house. Although the costumes fell a bit short of the wide array of costumes available to buy and rent today, we were very happy concocting our very own creations. There was something very creative and special about digging through the attic, basement, dresser drawers and jewelry boxes in an effort to create the best ghost, gypsy, pirate, jailbird, witch or baseball player ever. True, these were your garden variety costumes, but the creativity involved in putting together those costumes was fun and memorable because we created them ourselves.
But as I grew older, Halloween took on a different dimension. I saw it through different eyes when I became a mom. There is something magical about a little one in a pair of feety pajamas with a little makeup painted animal nose and a pair of floppy ears atop a tiny headband that sets my heartstrings in overdrive. I’m just a sentimental fool for things like that.
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| My son as a fish in a barrel |
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| My daughter as a candy bag |
So when my children arrived, I wanted to recreate for them, the magic that I experienced as a child with creating my own costumes. Not only that, but the artist in me wanted to create something very unique for them. My daughter arrived on the scene first, so all my creative efforts were concentrated on her. I started out small, making a bee outfit out of black felt and yellow fake fur with an antennae headband. Then came a unicorn with pink tights, a pink sweatshirt and a unicorn horn with multicolored yarn for a mane. Then I really stepped it up. Our town has a Halloween Parade and contest each year the local elementary school. When my daughter entered kindergarten, the fun began! She was a cat from “Cats”, then a sandwich with an olive hat, a tree with a hanging swing and bird’s nest hat, a candy bag complete with cellophane wrapped candy and a chocolate kiss hat ( I also won a prize at our local fabric store for that one!) She was a cat in a tuna fish can, a mouse in a piece of cheese and a piece of birthday cake. Then she grew up and created her own costumes. The torch was passed. We won a prize every year and I tried to outdo myself with each passing year. I don’t know whether she had more fun wearing the costumes or I had more fun creating them. She loved every minute of wearing those costumes and when I cleaned out my basement and threw them all away, I had to fight back the tears.
Enter my son, seven years later. He began his first Halloween experience as a lion in Noah’s ark (of course I had to come up with something he could travel in). He was a bookworm in a fairytale book, a fish in a barrel, and a cup of cocoa. Although his costumes were also winners, he didn’t seem to enjoy the whole dressing up in Mom’s creations for very long and soon reverted to the pirate, the ghoul, a werewolf, then onto masks and hairy hands. Maybe it was a boy thing, but however short the creative spurt lasted, I had a wonderful time creating those costumes for him.
My daughter has already hinted that when she has kids, that she wants me to create their costumes and keep the Halloween tradition alive. My son is not quite in that traditional frame of mind at this time in his life, but maybe someday. Even if my future grandchildren rummage through a box of old clothes in search of the perfect pirate, princess or monster attire, I can rest assured in the knowledge that Halloween traditions really haven’t changed all that much since I was a kid. It’s still about dreaming, imagining and pretending, oh, and lest we forget, candy munching, the stuff that childhood is made of!




