“My All Hallows Eve”

An excerpt from “A View From The Quiet Corner”.

An autumn eve has fallen. Through my window I gazed entranced. Wisps of gossamer clouds propelled by gentle winds intermittently mask the features of a harvest moon. These passing veils are perceived as ghostly apparitions to the active imagination.

A lone passerby with hurried gait comes into view, directing my thoughts from the moment to a past experience. My senses are triggered by the sound of dried fallen leaves compressed between foot and ground. The rustle of the same, stampeding, rushing along the earthen surface powered by an Indian summer breeze.

As I release the latch, the portal opens on creaking hinges, giving evidence of inattention. I’m startled by this eventful eve’s reminder. There before me are assembled a variety of the unworldly. Each one individual, yet common in their pursuit of confectionary delights.

As my satisfied visitors depart, I slowly close the door. Giving pause, I reluctantly let go of this eerie yet pleasant silence and serenity that is unique to this magical night.

A brief origin of Halloween

Halloween as it is celebrated these days is but a pale representation of its rich and multicultural history. It is not, as some would call it, a celebration of the Devil or of Hell or of the Damned, but rather a blending of the celebrations marking the end of the growing season, a heralding of the coming of the winter months and folk traditions that told of the day when the veil between the living and the dead, ever a transparent, gossamer veil at that, would lift and ghosts and ghouls would walk among the living. From those many traditions, coming to us from the Celts, the Roman rituals and even Catholic tradition, we get the stirrings of what would eventually become Halloween. – Halloween.com

What made this holiday unique in comparison to others is that it was community centered in its celebration as opposed to family centered. The large number of families in my neighborhood as a youth provided a multitude of youthful trick-or-treaters. All sorts of costumed ghosts, goblins, princesses, clowns hobos, and yes, even a smattering of saints roamed the neighborhood from dusk until midnight with candy sacks in hand.

What a great time it was. And chronologically as well. A time in our personal histories allowing a magical evening for youngsters with imaginative wonderings to briefly role-play a hero, a hope or a dream free from fears of reprisal. It was a refreshing time, encouraged by a commonality of hard-working families, consideration and respect for one another and simple pleasures uncomplicated by stifling secular causes.

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About Alan A. Malizia: Contagious Optimism! Co-Author

Retired mathematics teacher and high school athletics coach. Honors: 1988 Ct. Coach of the Year for H.S. Girls Voleyball and 2007 Inducted into the Ct. Women's Volleyball Hall of Fame. Since retiring have written two books; "The Little Red Chair," an autobiography about my life experience as a polio survivor and "A View From The Quiet Corner," a selection of poems and reflections. Presently I am a contributing author for the "Life Carrots" series primarily authored by Dave Mezzapelle of Goliathjobs.com.
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