THE SPIRIT OF HALLOWEEN.....Added PICS pg 16

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_Hello Boils and Ghouls. Spirit of Halloween thread is designed to keep you in the mood for the big event. When we are lacking the good feeling and the spirit of Halloween you should be able to come to this thread and get reacquainted with one another. In this thread I ask members to post Halloween pictures of themselves or their childhood Halloween pics, Poems, Ghost stories, Your Favorite Halloween Treat, Vintage Folk Art, History of Halloween etc…We already have a ton of Myers pics so try to refrain from using those in this thread. Remember keep the Spirit alive. Halloween is just around the corner and sometimes we need that boost to get us their.

I will start off. Here are some pics of just some vintage images of things I remember as a kid. we use to own this witch

Love the vintage stuff.

Here are my favorite treats for the Fall.

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Awesome idea bro!!! Love the pics mango!!! :smiley: :rock: :rock: :rock: :rock: :rock: :sunglasses:

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Thanks bro! Hope this keeps everyone ready.

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Nice thread Matt.

Always remember The Halloween Tree by Ray Bradbury, this is his painting of this tree from his outstanding story:

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I also love to watch the movie around Halloween time. I wish they’d release it on DVD!

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Damn I really get the halloween feel when I see this pic.! Very cool!
Brent

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_Thanks Benny

I like this painting_

_Halloween’s origins date back to the ancient Celtic festival of Samhain (pronounced sow-in).

The Celts, who lived 2,000 years ago in the area that is now Ireland, the United Kingdom, and northern France, celebrated their new year on November 1. This day marked the end of summer and the harvest and the beginning of the dark, cold winter, a time of year that was often associated with human death. Celts believed that on the night before the new year, the boundary between the worlds of the living and the dead became blurred. On the night of October 31, they celebrated Samhain, when it was believed that the ghosts of the dead returned to earth. In addition to causing trouble and damaging crops, Celts thought that the presence of the otherworldly spirits made it easier for the Druids, or Celtic priests, to make predictions about the future. For a people entirely dependent on the volatile natural world, these prophecies were an important source of comfort and direction during the long, dark winter.

To commemorate the event, Druids built huge sacred bonfires, where the people gathered to burn crops and animals as sacrifices to the Celtic deities.

During the celebration, the Celts wore costumes, typically consisting of animal heads and skins, and attempted to tell each other’s fortunes. When the celebration was over, they re-lit their hearth fires, which they had extinguished earlier that evening, from the sacred bonfire to help protect them during the coming winter.

By A.D. 43, Romans had conquered the majority of Celtic territory. In the course of the four hundred years that they ruled the Celtic lands, two festivals of Roman origin were combined with the traditional Celtic celebration of Samhain.

The first was Feralia, a day in late October when the Romans traditionally commemorated the passing of the dead. The second was a day to honor Pomona, the Roman goddess of fruit and trees. The symbol of Pomona is the apple and the incorporation of this celebration into Samhain probably explains the tradition of “bobbing” for apples that is practiced today on Halloween.

By the 800s, the influence of Christianity had spread into Celtic lands. In the seventh century, Pope Boniface IV designated November 1 All Saints’ Day, a time to honor saints and martyrs. It is widely believed today that the pope was attempting to replace the Celtic festival of the dead with a related, but church-sanctioned holiday. The celebration was also called All-hallows or All-hallowmas (from Middle English Alholowmesse meaning All Saints’ Day) and the night before it, the night of Samhain, began to be called All-hallows Eve and, eventually, Halloween. Even later, in A.D. 1000, the church would make November 2 All Souls’ Day, a day to honor the dead. It was celebrated similarly to Samhain, with big bonfires, parades, and dressing up in costumes as saints, angels, and devils. Together, the three celebrations, the eve of All Saints’, All Saints’, and All Souls’, were called Hallowmas._

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Cool stuff, fellas. :smiley: We definitely need a thread like this all year long. Great idea, Matthew. :mrgreen:

Mad Monster Party is always a treat.

A few more from a couple years back…




I remember reading this when I was a kid:


Did you ever think when a hearse goes by,
That you may be the next to die?

They take you out to the family plot,
And there you wither, decay, and rot.

They wrap you up in a bloody sheet,
And then they bury you six-feet deep.

And all goes well for a week or two,
And then things start to happen to you.

The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out,
The ants play pinochle on your snout!

One of the worms that’s not so shy,
Crawls in one ear and out one eye.

They call their friends and their friends’ friends, too,
They’ll make a horrid mess of you!

And then your blood turns yellow-green,
And oozes out like whipping cream.

[Spoken] Darn, me without a spoon!

Your eyes fall in, your teeth fall out,
Your liver turns to sauerkraut.

So never laugh when a hearse goes by,
For you may be the next to die.

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OCT. 28th 1978…where were you and do you remember?


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Nice Posts!

Even though I have become less and less able to enjoy holidays [such as Halloween] as the years go by (Im am 20), I find this thread to bring back the tingly fall sensation up my spine!

Thanks alot! :slight_smile:

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Another one that fits nicely during the Fall



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Great, and I do mean GREAT idea Matthew! We need to get together and make “the book” we discussed! I think it would be a smash! :wink:

JC


HALLOWEEN

Halloween means to me more than most may see,
It’s cherished memories as a child so careless, wild, and free…

As the days grow short during my favorite time of year,
Excitement for that mystical eve begins to appear.

The scarecrows stand proud for all to see,
Almost as if they’re as excited as me.

Now that their work is finally done,
They’re just hanging around for some Halloween fun.

Plump orange pumpkins growing on the vine,
Soon to be carved with a ghoulish design.

The night air is filled with the scent of burning leaves,
While a bright harvest moon seems to smile through the trees.

Then it happens in the blink of an eye,
That crisp October chill comes gently creeping by.

At that moment memories from years before,
Fill my head with visions of witches, ghosts, and goblins galore.

Finally my wait is a thing of the past,
Excitedly I think, “It’s here, it’s here at last!”

Ghost stories and hayrides while bon fires burn bright,
We hide our deepest fears with all of our might.

Tales of grim shadows near the cemetery gate,
And rumored ghostly figures of those who’ve met their fate.

The creepy old house at the end of the street,
Is believed to be where all of the evil spirits meet.

Now the flickering Jack-o-lanterns fresh off the vine,
Seem to come alive and have their own mind.

They all sit patiently guarding their posts,
While some keep company with sheets posing as ghosts.

Chocolate cupcakes with orange and green icing,
Red candy apples, oh how enticing.

Big bowls are filled with sugary treats,
Then placed by the door for children lurking the streets.

Costumes and trick-or-treating bring eerie delight,
And can only be enjoyed on this one special night.

Screeching children can be heard down the streets,
Some laughing, some screaming in pursuit of some sweets.

As fast as my legs can possibly run,
I join the masqueraders for all the festive fun.

From house to house we are fast on our feet,
Positioning our masks as we yell “Trick-or-Treat”.

With all of us huddled amazed at our stash,
Greed recommends one last dash.

As the night begins to close and porch lights go out,
I drag my feet homeward beginning to pout.

A bag full of candy clinched tight in one hand,
While the other carries my mask with a broken rubber band.

In my memories above it’s plain to see,
Bits and pieces of what Halloween means to me.

Now here’s a treat that I’m sure you’ve heard,
But to leave it out would be absurd.

It’s quoted straight from “Halloween”,
The best movie I have ever seen!

“Black cats and goblins and broomsticks and ghosts,
Covens of witches with all of their hosts.
You may think they scare me, you’re probably right.
Black cats and goblins on Halloween night.”

TRICK OR TREAT

JC, 2005

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GREAT TOPIC!!

BLACK & GOLD
Everything is black and gold,
Black and gold, to-night:
Yellow pumpkins, yellow moon
Yellow candlelight;

Jet-black cats with golden eyes
Shadows black as ink,
Firelight blinking in the dark
With a yellow blinks

Black and gold, black and gold
Nothing in between-
When the world turns black and gold
Then it’s Halloween!
By:Nancy Byrd Turner

HALLOWEEN
Halloween has come at last.
Witches goblins big black cats.
Funny faces round about
people laugh and people shout…BOO!
Up against the moon so high
see the ugly witches fly
Pumpkin faces laugh at me
I’m as scared as I can be!

SHADOWS
Shadows of a thousand years rise again unseen,
Voices whisper in the trees, “Tonight is Halloween!”

These are by me:

October DREAMS
A time of chilled wind
And a Harvest Moon
A paper Witch with a knotted broom
A Dancing Skeleton and a Whispering Ghost
The Old Scarecrow hanging on a post
A Jack-O-Lantern burning bright
To bring spirits back for just one night
The only night of the year
to become what you would not dare
Candy Apples, something sweet
I’ll spare you the Trick if you give up the Treat
The air is filled with screams, laughter and song
All of which vanish at the first light of dawn.

LATE
The leaves rattle like old bones
I swear I hear moans
It’s very late now
What is that lurking in the street
The ghostly Dead
Or a child in a bed sheet
It’s very late now
A monster at my window
I gasp
I’m not sure if it’s real
or a rubber mask
It’s very late now
And nothing is as it seems
It’s very late
On Halloween.

Halloween MAGIC
As the remaining sunlight glows its last
I dance out into the night
I’m ready for tricks
But candy would be nice
Anything can happen tonight
There is magic in the air
I carry my pumpkin
Its carved face flickers and burns
Amber flames keep the shadows and goblins at bay
Can it be scary?
You bet
But my pillowcase is only half full
And I’m not going home yet!

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Good Idea! A little poem i wrote a while back


Its that Halloween time of year, where the leaves brush along the street, The time of year that white mask never looked so sweet.

Blue coveralls, a knife and rage filled with-in, as the sweat starts to pour his heart pumps venom. The trees bristle in the wind as the sun starts to set, this will be one night you will not forget.

The sky is now black & the moon, the only light, no trick or treating, no kids in sight.

A view into the world of a man who is not there, a man with no emotion, a man who does not care. A pale white mask tries to hide his rage, tries to hide his pain that no one can gage.

In a world of insanity he himself is insane as he gives you a cold gaze terror runs threw your veins. There is nowhere to run and there IS no escape, a lamson threw your heart on halloween is your fate. He stalks but never runs only walks into your world and stabs you to a wall leaving your toes curled.

He moves to the next until there fate is sealed, he made a small town a legend, the town of Haddonfield.

You can run up stairs, you can hide in a closet, your life is not his mission, just a small deposit. You can shoot him six times & shoot him in his eyes, burn him in a hospital, but HE never dies.

You can bury him in a well, run him over in a truck, his desire to kill is stronger than your luck. Electrified from electricusion, his kills are close range like an execution.

You can be a rap star with brades galore, i hope he’s the next to get pinned to a door. A man who doesn’t die, a man who is still alive, a man who does everything to see you dont survive.

A menace to society, he is the essence of a killer. Halloween is near my dear, be ready for a thriller.

Your breathing gets shallow as your eyes roll back, your vision gets blury as it fades to black. He knows no remorse or feels no guilt, a sign of good work is a sublte head tilt. He is hell on earth threw the flames and threw fires. His name is simply…

Michael Myers



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Glad you guys are enjoying the thread. Love the orange and black m & m’s. Love all the poems Donnie, Michael. Pallup glad this helps you get that feeling again. Yes James we need to do the book.

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Nice pics Mattie Poo…Love the Third

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Nice pictures everyone…

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:axe: :rolleyes: :rolleyes: :rolleyes: :rolleyes: :drinkers:

I needed this thread. Don’t let it die!
Spooky pics everyone.


This pumpkin my uncle carved always reminded me of the Don Post Mad Scientist








Donnie, you want to see a picture of me without a beard, well pay attention to this thread, I got lots to post.
1994 working Weaverville Manor.




The odd phone call trying to find out which of my crazy friends TP’ed my mom’s bedroom on Halloween?

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One thing I remember seeing like crazy when I was growing up…TPed houses.