Halloween masks

Halloween masks

When I hear people complain about how breathing is uncomfortable in the year of pandemic mask-wearing, I think back to how we put up with a bit of discomfort when there was candy to be gotten.

I mean, just look at this thing!

See those two tiny holes right beneath this hideous cat’s nose? And right above the back of kitty’s tongue – that tiny slit? That’s how we breathed on Halloween.

And no one complained.

Growing up in the ’60s, we’d switch between store-bought costumes and homemade. I remember a cat costume one year, a witch another, and a look-homeward (er, -homemade) angel with a cardboard halo that wouldn’t stay put.

One year, it snowed. Mom wouldn’t let us out of the house without our heavy winter jackets stuffed under our costumes.

Luckily, it was a home-made costume year, so everything fit. We all looked rather fluffy, but we stayed warm.

Halloween costumes, circa 1968
Circa 1968: I was a witch, Dave was the headless horseman, and Harry was some sort of scarecrow, I think (that brown mesh material would cover his face, with the straw hat on top). Notice the little orange UNICEF boxes.

Billy’s first costume worked out perfectly. Wee Willie Winkie was ready for bed, already in his jammies.

Billy on Halloween 1965
Halloween 1965. Half of Mom is cropped out, but what little shows of her face is filled with love for Billy, her youngest child.

That efficiency stuck with me as an adult. When our boys were little, their costumes also doubled as pajamas.

We always dropped by Grandma’s house after she and Daddy finished milking the cows.

Little grandson is a pumpkin
This pumpkin costume magically became pumpkin pajamas that night!

John was udderly adorable in 1993:

Moo-cow John in Lowell 1993
Moo-cow John was but a wee calf this Halloween.

Several years later, John was a sword-wielding Zorro:

John is Zorro
John on Halloween, circa 1998.

A few years after that, he joined the Harry Potter craze:

John is Harry Potter
Halloween 2001.

James and I journeyed to Connecticut to trick or treat while at my parents’ house in 2006. Mom accompanied us for the evening, and even wore a hat:

Mom and James in Halloween costumes, 2006
Spider-Man James with his Nana in 2006.

This year, we’re all asked to wear masks on Halloween and every other day. It’s so little to do, since it keeps others safe.

John’s artistic wife, Aubrie, is a fan of Vincent Van Gogh, so John wears this mask to honor her and keep her safe:

No costumes this year, but a Van Gogh mask for John
John Van Gogh. Both ears intact.

Van Gogh was not just a post-impressionist painter, he was also a deep thinker.

We’ll leave you with these wise Van Gogh mots:

Great things are done by a series of small things brought together.

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danielwalldammit
October 30, 2020 6:32 pm

A fitting adaptation.

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