Joining in the Haunted Humpday again this week.
I know many of you that are from my era....the dark ages.....and remember how Halloween used to be. Fun, safe, not a threat to anyone else's religion, or way of life. I know it is why I love it so much still. It was and will always be my favorite holiday.
All through Elementary school, I walked home from school a distance of 2.8 miles. I know if it were now, I would have had to ride the bus because I crossed Route 66 (Central Ave) and used some very iffy shortcuts, down alleys, through some backyards and such. When I showed the grands how far I walked and the route I chose, they were needless to say.....ugh taken aback. Had my parents really known how I wandered and explored, well they may have made other arrangements for my after school care......but since I came home to an empty house every day.....it was not a big deal. My Mom worked at a bank downtown and my Dad sold insurance and was never around in the afternoons.
On my walk home, I would stay on the sidewalk until I got in front of a certain railroad era house where......as the story went, the lady who lived there had murdered her kids and husband in their sleep. And the house had not been occupied for some years and it was the perfect Victorian ramshackled house of which children's nightmares are made. When I came to the Willem's house, I always crossed to the other side of the street where I would stand and look to see if anyone was watching from behind the boarded up windows. I could always feel my heart beating very rapidly in my chest and my mouth went dry. I truly was convienced that Mrs. Willems could see me walking past and that maybe she still had a murderous intent towards children.....especially cute chubby dark haired girls like me.
No such luck....only the occasional bird rustled in the dead trees.
When I saw this house, I knew that I wanted to make it much as I remember the Willem's house. Of course there never was a jack o lantern.....but I took some liberties.
Happy Halloween.....in just a few short weeks