Halloween costumes are frightening

Just walking through the aisles of a shopping store this time of year can send chills up and down one’s spine, even in broad daylight. I don’t even want to think about the ghouls and goblins likely to show up in the dark of the night.

The Halloween section tends to make one think of “The Christmas Carole” and all those nostalgic moments Mr. Scrooge must have had when reminiscing about his past, reliving his present and contemplating his future when these disturbing nighttime visitors spent several precious moments sharing a few heady experiences with him.

Not only is a walk through the Halloween section a chilling experience, it ages those of us with fond memories of fearless Casper the Ghost, valiant Mickey Mouse, the beautiful Fairy Princesses, and, of course, the sensual gypsy lady.

I spent my entire Halloween career as a gypsy. My annual costume consisted of one of my dad’s red farmer’s handkerchief tied around my hair, one dangling earring of solid imitation gold, a blue and purple paisley blouse with a round neck and puffed sleeves that I never saw my mother wear so have no idea of its history, a gathered orange and green figured skirt that had been handed down by an older cousin and seemed to grow along with me, several jangling bracelets, bright red lipstick and brown corduroy slacks to keep my legs warm.

My favorite Halloween character is the ugly witch complete with warts, black hat and big nose. The last time I remember seeing such a character was years ago at a children’s party. This witch with the green iridescent face was downright scary dressed in her jet black hat, gown and cape. At least, she was scary until your eyes left the big lumpy wart on the tip of her nose and noticed the well-worn brown buckled galoshes on her feet. It’s tough to be frightened of a witch wearing buckled galoshes.

Joyce Ore

Joyce Ore writes delightful stories about life with a dose of humor and sprinkle of nostalgia. Her column appears Saturday in the Tribune.

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