Where Did The Time Go?

Halloween came and went and November is finally upon us and I just realized that yesterday was my second blogoversary.

Two years.

Where did the time go?

I began this blog on a whim, the day after my youngest child's birthday - who happened to be born on Halloween and had just began her first year at college.

Me and My Sister - Halloween - Late 1960's - I'm the Witch


It now seems rather appropriate to have begun a new venture on this day - the day after my favorite holiday - the day of which my whole kid year revolved.

I grew up in a small town in the 60's, in a small Wonder Years type of house, right next door to a funeral home on a tree-lined, brick street full of wonderful old, two-story homes, great for trick-or-treating. Fred Krueger ran the local newspaper. Really, his name was Fred Krueger. And every day I walked home from school, wading through ditches of fallen leaves, happy to find my mother ironing and watching Dark Shadows on TV. Then I would set down to watch The Adams Family and The Munsters. And in the evenings we watched the Twilight Zone and Bewitched. And on Saturday nights, a special, local show called Dimension 16, that played old, scary movies - most of them Japanese - where the lips never quite moved with the words. We had cats that prowled, and bats that flew around street lights eating bugs late at night, and even a rumored ghost or two at the local cemetery. And on warm, autumn nights we visited the Spook Light. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Spooklight

So I hope you can understand why I love Halloween so much.

It holds a special place in my autumnal heart. Not in a scary, devilish sort of way, but in a good, fun way.

So it seemed perfectly appropriate that I gave birth on Halloween to the sweetest baby girl that ever lived. We called her our baby ghoul and dressed her up in pumpkin and bunny costumes. And all was fun and games for many, many years until the scary part came.

When my daughter was in grade school, we saw on the local evening news where the doctor who had been on call the night she was born, and had delivered her, was accused of murder. A very violent murder. He is in prison now. And now my daughter, the sweetest angel in the world, gets a perverse thrill out of telling her friends how she was delivered on Halloween by a murderer.

True story.