Our mother loved change - most of the time.
And she surprised us in her nineties when she changed her view of Halloween.
In my memories of Halloween, it was not her favorite holiday. I thought she must have a Biblical reason. As a child, I thought everything she said came straight from the Bible.
Oh, we went trick-or-treating. My parents were involved in the PTA at Hogan Spring Glen Elementary School and always helped with the Fall Carnival. Their Sunday School class often had a Halloween party, where even some of the adults (but never mother and daddy) dressed up.
In 1959, I was too old for trick-or-treating and probably grumpy about it. We lived in Sans Souci, where many children enjoyed Halloween. So, my mother devised a plan. We could serve lemonade from a cast iron pot. Daddy made a sign that said "witches brew," and I dressed in her black dinner dress (like this one I saw at Stein-Mart in 2016). I wore a witch's hat—I loved it.By Halloween 1960, we had moved to live with my grandparents, Ellie and Pauline Nesmith, because of my grandmother's health. Daddy took Cindy to Sans Souci, where she went trick-or-treating with our former neighbors. Jonathan was just a year old, so mother and I stayed home - my task was to answer the door.
Not one person came!
What a letdown. Just the year before had been so exciting.
And then I grew up and got married - and Ray Parker thought Halloween was "of the devil," so our children were limited in their participation. However, once the four of us moved to Jacksonville in 1982, my three joined Cindy's children, and Halloween became fun.
Tray's senior year in high school as an employee at Ace Hardware, he knocked on a few doors as a "helpful hardware man."
When my parents lived with me, they enjoyed answering the door for trick-or-treaters—especially when our guests were their grandchildren and great-grandchildren. Mother always wanted to prepare something homemade and daddy loved the candy!
Mother's dislike of Halloween from my childhood stayed with me a long time.
However, at some point, our friend Bonnie Smith Allen gifted mother with clothes from her time as a childcare center owner.
You can imagine my surprise when I visited her assisted living apartment in 2016 and found this wreath on her door. As it happens, I hang it every year.
I have enjoyed seeing my grandchildren's Halloween photos and greeting those who live nearby when they come trick-or-treating. Now that those grandchildren are almost beyond the trick-or-treating stage, I like that I have little children nearby and will have a treat for them on Halloween night.
My mother changed her view of Halloween, which is good. One thing my mother was always willing to do was accept change. Actually, she loved change. She changed the furniture at the drop of a hat (and yes, she would drop the hat).
But the things that never changed were her faith in God, her love for Daddy, Cindy, Jonathan, Lester, and me and their grandchildren, and her happiness that once Halloween was over, she could decorate for Thanksgiving!
Truth be told. . . I'm with her!