ghosts and angels

This year I stayed at the house for Halloween to read by my quiet lonesome. The pleasant sounds of neighbors echoed across the hillside but no one really trick or treats on our street because it’s too steep. Instead, everyone heads up to the very grand, decked-out haunted houses between St. Joseph Parish and 15th Avenue East where the people with old money (along with the nouveau riche dot-commers) throw rollicking good block parties (they hand out the same bad candy as everyone else). Adam spent the evening trick or treating with a couple of friends, up there. Oliver Fern wanted me to stay home so he could have his mother all to himself, goodness gracious was I ever happy to oblige as I’m not much of a Halloween enthusiast (although I enjoy helping the boys brainstorm their costumes into being and they have me to thank for their jack o’ lantern-carving skills). When everyone got home later it was fun hearing stories about various school chums or neighbors they’d run into. Oliver even trick or treated at his first grade teacher’s house, her husband was a fine ballplayer for the Seattle Mariners, the only Major League Baseball team to never reach the World Series (though I really believe the Expos should be included in that category no matter what anyone says which is the inevitable can of worms debate-expanderizer).

July 2018 - Marmot Pass to Buckhorn 893

This is a view from high subalpine in the Olympics, my original intention was to share this ghostly scene on Halloween night by itself and shut my overactive bear-trap for a change but then it didn’t set right somehow to be impugning the workings of Mother Nature for nothing else but a clash of air temperatures yet certain polls regularly demonstrate half of Americans believe ghosts and angels are real but I’m not getting into the finer points of the matter. Let me leave you with this, Adam came up here with me, the two of us walked many miles that day and climbed the equivalent of a thousand Empire State Buildings, not once did he let on about being in any sort of misery. Until the way down, that is. Now then we joined forces in that department. What a grand suffering it was, my oldest he really is an angel.

3 thoughts on “ghosts and angels

  1. Lovely photograph J, what a view!

    I wonder what the stats are for ghosts and angels separately? I for one would see them as very different, and in fact I’m sure many of a religious persuasion who believe in angels would by the same token not believe in ghosts. And vice versa, perhaps.

    Reminds me that growing up we never trick or treated, partly as it’s never been as big a festival over here as I understand it is in the US, and partly because my mum thought it was all tied up in the occult and the work of the devil, so we were in effect banned from having anything to do with it.

    That said, again the differences across the pond are apparent. Go to any Halloween party here and everyone is dressed up on the scary theme – dracula, ghosts, zombies and so on. The few US parties and parades I’ve seen have baffled me as many seem to dress up in any kind of random fancy dress outfit, unrelated to anything ghoulish or creepy whatsoever! What’s that about?

    • Halloween is pretty sanitized here depending on where you go and I’d venture to say most don’t really take those sinister elements very seriously but there are still plenty of people like your mum right in the US who don’t like the darker undercurrents and lots of differences inside of that which might depend on cultural factors (some immigrant friends find it amusingly bizarre choosing to keep it at arm’s length while others have adopted it for the hell of it so their kids could dress up as beloved storybook characters at school or score some sweet chocolate).

      • I think kids should be encouraged to dress up, it’s great fun. But perhaps not known on strangers’ doors to ask for cheap sweets that are given away because no-one else wants them.

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