The wind left me a gift yesterday. As I got in my truck after church, I found a perfect oak leaf on my seat, painted by autumn. One leaf, such a simple thing but so amazing. It’s one of the things I love about fall – when the trees put on their party dresses and the air grows cool and quiet. When I sit on my front porch, I can hear the silence. The birds are subdued, the insects whisper and even the owls in the holler sound sleepy. The autumn light is drifting lower in the southern sky and the stars take on more clarity, moving in their eternal journey across the heavens. I feel sorry for city dwellers, who can seldom see the stars through the city lights. There is a feeling of connection, looking at the big dipper and knowing that we are looking at the same group of stars that the stone age men saw. Our ancestors sailed to the new world, guided in part by the constellations that have graced the sky since the beginning of time and will remain after we are gone. Just like the changing of the leaves and the new buds that appear the following spring, we follow the familiar cycle of each year.
Just like the cycles of the seasons, we create our own traditions to go along with those cycles. In my little town, we have just passed a busy month, which seems to have come and gone at warp speed. Halloween is celebrated here with a vengeance, and this year the town square has been invaded by an army of skeletons. Creativity flowed as businesses fought to outdo each other in decorating light poles. We ran out of poles early on, so the creations spilled over into freestanding displays in grassy areas and even crept off the square to the highways leading to town. Skelebrate Halloween was the theme and it was a joy to watch families tour the sidewalks, examining skeleton carpenters, auto repair skeletons, dentist and pharmacist skeletons, Edgar Allen Poe, Minnie Pearl, and the Wicked Witch (with a Toto skeleton in her basket), even a skeleton horse pulling a buggy. Then there was my favorite – Willie Nelson sitting beside our Minnie Pearl statue, strumming his famous guitar.
Against this backdrop, back-to-back events took place, one
old favorite and the other in its first
year. A Haunted Tour of the Square led
participants on a walk around town to hear spooky stories rooted in the town’s
history, including a ghostly trip to the centuries-old town cemetery. The following night it was the Halloween
Parade, a particularly unique event invented by a Halloween loving family when
their lawn decorating efforts outgrew their lawn over ten years ago. Every year the parade seems to get a little
bigger, the crowds seem to grow a little larger, and the amount of candy thrown
off the floats and out of the cars boggles the mind. It’s as much fun to watch the kids, many giving
their Halloween costumes a trial run before trick or treat night itself,
enjoying the floats and picking up the candy as it is to watch the parade. I stood beside a family with two of the
cutest little boys – a red-head and a tow-head and both dedicated harvesters of
candy. The red-head in particular with
his backwards baseball cap was single-minded in his pursuit of the treats. On the
other side was a baby who looked to be about 6 or 8 months old. I would love to have known what was going through
her little mind as she watched the string of ghosts, goblins, giant pumpkins
and other creatures fill the streets of Centerville. After the parade, her young parents posed for
pictures with their baby, so that even if she has no memory of her own about
this night, she will know that she was there. It's one of life's great blessings to live in a place where so many people go to so much trouble just to make things fun for our kids!
By the actual night of Halloween, the skeletons were
beginning to look a little bedraggled and the perfect weather for the previous
weekend’s festivities had morphed into a cloudy, rainy evening. Not to be deterred, a cavalcade of costumed
trick or treaters took to the streets, tramping up and down the pavement calling
“Trick or treat.” There is no way to estimate numbers, but my
friends who live on the most popular trick or treat street ran out of candy by
6:30.
And so, with the turning of the calendar page, November is here. Jack-o-Lanterns are replaced by turkeys and pilgrims and thoughts turn to making apple pies and cornbread dressing. The trees are shedding their party clothes and a carpet of red and gold covers the yard. Daylight savings time ends – tell me again why we keep doing this – and afternoons are way too short. Now, if I can just remember what size turkey I bought last year and where I put the extra tablecloths.