Good Morning Gentle Readers,
Today is All Hallow’s Even, or Allhallomas, or Samhain (pronounced so-ween) Over the centuries All Hallow’s Ee'en (Even or Een) pooled early Catholic traditions with late Celtic celebrations of the harvest and the end of summer, which eventually evolved into our modern Halloween.
Early celebrants worried that Jack O’Lantern would never find his peace and they carved turnips with skull-like faces rather than pumpkins (a throw back to the days when surrounding campfires with real skulls was thought to keep evil spirits away).
Surprisingly, witches didn’t become part of the fable until the 1700’s, when they arrived on broomsticks from Germany complete with the requisite black cat. The roots of Trick or Treat, a twentieth century American tradition, can also be traced back to old country Ireland and Germany.
When TWC was a small boy living on 93rd Street West in Antelope Acres (just a few miles past the prison outside of Lungcancer) the houses were scattered among the alfalfa fields and my trick or treating was done from a car (five houses and we’re done, kid). Not much has changed there except the fields are now fallow and filled with tumbleweeds.
With houses in Lake Mathews a quarter mile apart and mostly set back from the road behind locked iron gates, my kids are in the same boat. We'll chauffeur them to do their candy snatching in Eagle Glen, an upscale suburban neighborhood replete with custom carved pumpkins and illusions rivaling the Haunted Mansion at Disneyland. A far cry from my days or even earlier days when Bob Anderson’s dad really did dump over outhouses and reassemble Model T’s on barn roofs.
May your Halloween sack be filled with goodies.
As Ever, TWC