How awesome is it that my son wanted to be Uncle Sam for Halloween? His choice surprised me and made me proud, even if he looks more like his nephew, Yankee Doodle Dandy. ? At 13, he was welcomed by all the houses in our neighborhood as he trick-or-treated with his sister. There was pure joy on the face of one silver-haired homeowner as Sullivan smiled at him and said, “I want you…to give me Halloween candy!”
It was a gorgeous autumn night, friends, and it created a stunning background for Sullivan’s unexpected show of patriotism.
But, First, Halloween and a Carpet of Autumn Leaves
In Oklahoma City’s historic Heritage Hills, giant inflatable cats, dragons and witches along with fake tombstones and orange and purple lights set the stage for a super fun Halloween. Flashlights and their human companions meandered through the streets and illuminated thin sheets of rain. The footsteps of hundreds of trick-or-treaters patted down a carpet of autumn leaves. For two hours all was right in America.
On the porch at Captain Coley’s old mansion the homeowners grilled free hot dogs for everyone (so sweet and generous) while other families put on the creepy, crawly ritz. I especially loved the purple hue around the lawn ghosts at the Johnson-Hightower mansion. I soaked it all up, because childhood doesn’t last forever.
Homeland Generation Touchstones
Look at the Super Bridgy. Every year, we make awesome homemade costumes, but this year she wanted to be Evie, the goody-two-shoes from The Descendants. Being a Halloween costume snob (ha), I was surprised that the store-bought costume caused me only a modicum of disappointment.
Truth is, I want my kids to connect with their generation. They’re the Homeland Generation, which, for now, is referred to as Generation Z. When Gen Z is 50, being Evie, along with half the girls in the neighborhood, will be the touchstone that draws Bridgy back to who she used to be and how life once was.
Besides, I totally loved her blue hair and cerulean blue eyeliner. Gorgeous against all those gold leaves, right?
God has been so good to me, friends. I am blessed beyond measure and I thank Him for it all because every good and perfect gift cometh down from the Father of Lights. (James 1:17)
Soul, soul, an apple or two,
If you haven’t an apple, a pear will do,
One for Peter, two for Paul,
Three for the Man Who made us all.
(A song tied to ancient English customs on All Hallow’ Eve)