Remembrance Day at Sir Wil

Lest we forget

This Remembrance day is a first -- 11/11/11 -- a once in a lifetime happening --  in the 11th year of the century.

Remembrance day at Sir Wil has always been an important event. The highlights for me are always the live piper with his glorious presence and the insanely loud bagpipes. Impossible to ignore and so unique in sound. Then the Military guest speaker -- very inspiring this year as he was stationed in Afghanistan and had a personal slide show bringing courage and sacrifice home to the students in a way that they could relate to.

And, for a number of years now, a screening of  Terry Kelly's song, "A pittance of time" brings more that a tear to my eye by reminding me to consider deeply the significance of the day.

Thanks to all the organizers and helpers and especially Mr. Fyfe.

Avoiding the Inversion Ritual: Why I Won't be Doing Halloween This Year

Haloween at the Massie's 2008

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I always loved Halloween. From childhood, my mom would dress me up in crazy outfits, usually spooky ones, and I had a great time. I'd drag my pillowcase around our neighborhood filling it and going back three times till I had enough candy to make me sick for a week.  When I became a drama teacher, I created haunted houses with the kids. Every Halloween, hundreds students would experience the "haunted mansion" or "high school from hell".  At home, three strobe lights, a graveyard and a smoke machine was standard. Me, dressed to the vampire teeth as some witchy creature with her pet tarantula, Charlotte — and my Mom, glow stick shining through her teeth, scared the kids for hours. 

I spent bags of money on Halloween and boxes of paraphernalia are buried in our basement.  I bought only the best candy — lots of chocolate — none of that cheap kiss candy ( I always hated it). I wanted to re-create the great experiences I had when I was a kid.  That one lady on our block whose house had no lights on and when she opened her door, she was standing there holding a knife and cackling .  She was great.

Forty years ago there was no spider webbing or decorations (except for the odd jack o' lantern), and Mom made our costumes.  No one was trying to upstage anyone with decorations because the night was all about us — about the kids.

Nina, posing for her photographer :)

My mom died last October 23.  She lived a good long life — she was 93 — but she had Alzheimer's.  The last three years were very difficult.  Last year I did not celebrate Halloween, and no one seemed to mind — despite the fact that we usually get over one hundred kids at our door.  I thought this year would be different, but the anniversary of her death hit me hard and I just didn't feel like it. 

I watched my mom die.  I think it changed me. I believe people should be able to opt out of Halloween without having to explain themselves. I'm even feeling a bit resentful of the fact that I'm expected to buy candy for kids I don't know.  I'm feeling some need to put up a sign of some kind explaining myself.  Do people post signs explaining why they don't celebrate Christmas, or why they don't celebrate Valentine's day, or why they don't celebrate any other holiday?  But Halloween... if we don't have candy for the kids at the door, we have to worry about them egging our house or... something worse.  It's a kind of societal peer pressure I'm feeling, a kind of obligation. 

Yeah, I resent it.