There was a big Halloween Dance downtown tonight. Do you know why the skeleton couldn’t go?………
He had no body to take!
Arrrrrrrgggghhhhhhhh……. but wait. There’s more. Seriously.
There is a great deal involved in the evolution of this holiday. So much history lies within.
The whole shebang got started a kabillion years ago. Actually, the Ancient Origins of Halloween are 2,000 years old. But I like to say “kabillion.”
So… it goes back to the old Celtic festival of Samhain (pronounced sow-in… or sah-win). These folks lived up around Ireland, the United Kingdom and northern France.
Those folks like to celebrate their new year on November 1. (Again, the festival of Samhain.) For them… the day marked the end of summer and that great big harvest. It also meant the beginning of the dark, and very despicable cold winter. It was a time of year that was often associated with human death.
Those whacky Celts believed that on the night before the new year….. the thin boundary between the worlds of the living and the dead became blurred.
SOOOOOO……. On the night of October 31 they celebrated Samhain. And this would be the time when the ghosts of the dead returned to earth.
Not only did those creepy ghosts come back… they would cause all sorts of trouble…. and they would damage the crops. The Celts also thought that the presence of the otherworldly spirits made it easier for the Druids, or Celtic priests, to make predictions about the future. I like a good Druid from time to time.
Fortune-telling Druids speaking to ghosts. Now THAT is a PARTY. And….. for a people entirely dependent on the volatile natural world…. these prophecies were an important source of comfort and direction during the long, dark winter.
That is how this hot mess got started. Oh, some think those Celts were primitive, slow, primordal, and a bit on the dense side…. for believing in such tripe.
So let us fast forward 2,000 years.
Now we celebrate Halloween in a much more sophisticated manner, being the evolved and highly intellectual people that we are.
We spend kabillions of dollars on costumes of past presidents, Scooby Doo, horror-movie characters, and Smurfs. We don these costumes proudly. We enter competitions to see who looks the most ridiculous.
As if that wasn’t enough. We purchase mass quantities of shrunken candy bars, which we dispense to strangers on the street. Yes. And we sugar-up our kids to no end… after dressing them up in ridiculous costumes as well. Not to mention our poor, unsuspecting pets. We put our Greyhounds in Cheerleading outfits, and our Dacshunds in hotdog garb.
We go to parties and bob for apples in community-slobber filled water, consume too much spiked Cider. Just when gourds thought the world was good…. we take to the streets and smash pumpkins.
Yes. We are smart humans. Scientific. Advanced. Goofballs.
I love Halloween. It brings out the Pugsley in me. And the Wednesday.
Finally. For the photo above….. I hired a ghost photographer. The spirit was willing but the flash was weak.