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Halloween or Hallowe'en (a contraction of Hallows' Even or Hallows' Evening),[5] also known as All Halloween All Hallows' Eve, or All Saints' Eve, is a celebration observed in many countries on October 31st.

Halloween activities include trick-or-treating attending Halloween costume parties, carving pumpkins into jack-o'-lanterns, lighting bonfires, apple bobbing, divination games, playing pranks, visiting haunted attractions, telling scary stories, as well as watching horror films.

Dressing up in costumes and going trick or treating wasn’t encouraged when I was a kid. My mother considered Halloween to be evil. The one and only time my brother and I were allowed to go trick or treating, her point was proven. The woman that lived across the street from us was considered…hmm…different. By different, I mean she would water her flowers when it was raining, and she danced around in the front yard barefoot and wearing her nightgown. But, on Halloween night, my brother and I knocked on her front door and yelled “Trick or Treat.” We were treated all right. NOT! She told us to hold out our hands, and we did. She scooped hot pennies into our palms. Needless to say, we dropped the pennies and raced home only to be lectured about the evils of Halloween by our mother. To prove her point, my brother and I were rewarded with painful blisters in our palms. I guess you could say we were ‘tricked’ rather than treated.

Before all the meanness started and schools permanently cancelled Halloween festivals, my elementary school held their annual festival. Oh what fun it was with pony rides, candy apples, and fun houses (which were tents that parents had set up).

One spooky house was indelibly imprinted on my mind. Keep in mind that I was only nine years old. I was blindfolded and told that I was going to feel the insides of a dead person. My hands were thrust into something slimy and stringy. A creepy voice said I was feeling the guts; and then my hands were put in a bowl of round and very cold…eyeballs. I was truly traumatized. It wasn’t until years later that I learned the intestines were actually spaghetti and grapes for the eyeballs. You know, to this day, I’ve never been a fan of eating spaghetti.

When I married and had my own children, I was skeptical about allowing them to go trick or treating. Not for religious reasons. During the 70’s so much meanness happened during Halloween—people putting razor blades inside apples; incidents where poison was put inside candy filled straws.

I have nothing against Halloween. It’s just not at the top of my list of favorite holidays. I suppose the way I feel is a holdover from my childhood. On the positive side, I do love a good moonlight hayride, and if I had to choose between a candied apple and a caramel apple…that red, sweet, hard glazed candy will win out every time.

What about you, dear readers? Do you have a special Trick or Treat tale you’d like to share; and don’t forget to tell me about your favorite Halloween candy.
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Until next time, be safe.
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Dear Friends,
Mulligrubs is a word I grew up with. My granny would often say she had the mulligrubs. It’s an old southern word meaning having the blues or feeling despondent; being sad.

Periods of uncertainly can make a typically strong person’s worries even worse. 2020 has been an unusual year with social distancing, wearing masks, medical visits via telephone or some other technological medium, and the uncertainty of bringing COVID-19 under control.

As a writer, I’m used to spending long hours alone, my butt glued to the chair (well, not literally glued) and with my office door shut to drown out the excessively loud TV noise. I know, before you suggest it, I’ve bought three of those TV ear thingies and hubby has broken all of them. He has hearing aids but doesn’t like wearing them. He says they make him feel old. He’s eighty-four years old for gosh sakes .

Okay, I’m getting off topic. Being alone must be in my DNA because the isolation doesn’t bother me. I’m not really alone. I have the characters I’m creating for whichever book I’m working on to keep me company. But, shame on them for keeping me awake at night.

For many people solitude is like being in prison and can take a toll on the mind, the heart, the soul, and the body. Very recently, I received a post card from the Centers for Disease Control (CDC), with a list of suggestion to help remain emotionally and physically fit until this horrible virus can be controlled. I thought I’d pass it along. Feel free to share.

Be Your Own Advocate: focus on your own wellness and the wellness of your household. Some ways to do this is to Manage stress:

• Relax your body through taking deep breaths, stretching, meditation, praying, yoga, or other activities you enjoy.
• Care for yourself in whatever ways work best for you.
• Watch funny tv shows or movies because humor can help reduce stress.
• Try different activities such as reading, playing board games, gardening, or assembling puzzles.
• Build a schedule and stick to it, but also give yourself flexibility to break from that schedule if needed.
• Limit caffeine intake (don’t hate me) because caffeine may heighten anxiety. Drinks with caffeine include coffee, tea, and soft drinks.

Increase mental strength

• Make sure to take note of when things are going well and pat yourself on the back.
• Get consistent, restful sleep.
• Eat balanced meals to fuel your physical strength (I have a really tough time with this one because I’m a junk food-aholic with a proverbial sweet tooth.)
• Seek profession support if needed. Call your doctor or your minister.

Understand the Risk

• Use credible sources to stay informed but remember that it’s okay to take breaks from the news.

 
So, dear friends, just in case…no one has told you today; YOU are amazing! Have a really great day. What are some ways you are coping with the new and not-so-happy norm?