It’s Blogging Friday with my journalistic writing class, and if I’m going to make them blog every Friday, then I must as well.
Since it’s Oct. 31, Halloween is on my brain. As I walked into school this morning, bundled in my parka, scarf, and mittens, I thought about all the Halloweens of my youth, especially those spent in Nebraska. I never knew what kind of weather to expect trick-or-treating.
One of my first memorable Halloweens here, I’m pretty sure it snowed. So the flannel tiger costume my mom made for me and my sisters (yes, all three of us matched) actually worked quite nicely. The year it was 70 degrees on Halloween? Those flannel costumes were a bit much.
I haven’t dressed up for Halloween since 2001, when I went to a party dressed as Judy Garland from her film “Summer Stock.” My roommate that year went as Hester Prynne from “The Scarlet Letter.” She was always more creative than me; most people are when it comes to costumes.
I’m ambivalent about celebrating Halloween. I don’t get excited about dressing up or handing out candy, but I do get a little excited about the discounted candy I’ll find tomorrow. And I love fall, and baking with pumpkin, and watching the Disney cartoon “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow.”
That’s the closest I get to celebrating Halloween. It works for me, even if it’s different than how it works for everyone else.
