Halloween Photography Challenge

When I go back to Wisconsin to spend Halloween with my son and his family, it’s become a tradition for my Granddaughter to explore a cemetery with me.

This year she chose the memorials for us to visit and photograph and I was proud of the fact that she spent time with them. She wiped away the grit ( gently ) and read the names and dates. She had thoughts on the artwork, she asked me why nobody visited the really old grave makers except for us.

Sometimes she agreed to be photographed with some of the grave stones  and others she just said ” no ”  without any explanation. But you have to respect that so I didn’t photograph her with those particular ones. When I asked why she just shrugged and said,” I don’t feel like it. ”

The ” look ” is because I got sidetracked and it took me a minute to catch up with her.

I’m not sure what caught her interest with this gravestone, but Jemma read each line and asked for the math so that she new how old the person was when they died and how old the grave was.

After I told her, she sat back on her heels and studied it for awhile and then she got up and took me to her next find.

When Jemma found this, two things bothered her.

The first was the fact this was a baby and that she had no name and that she probably died on the same day she was born.

Jemma was adamant, ” Babies don’t belong here. ”

I told her a lot of people felt the same way she did.

I suppose you could say that we also do some traditional Halloween things like:

Me and Jemma painted our pumpkins

We paid extra attention to Jemma’s sister Luna ( my newest granndaughter…isn’t she ADORABLE? ) because she couldn’t hang around with us for most of the fun

We went Trick or treating and we went to parties and each moment was spooktacular.

This prompt asked us to take a picture of your favorite thing about Halloween but there are so many parts of Halloween that I love, so I went ahead and overshared!

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Inspired By Writober Day 9 Image: From the Depths of Hell

Edith was sitting in her sun room , she sitting in a high back rattan chair near the window and was reading a ‘women’s magazine’ that was popular at the time-

inside of it’s pages were instructions on how to bake bread, the best way to scrub a floor and in this particular issue in an ad a woman is draped across her husband’s knees.

She is looking up at the artist with surprise painted on her face, her husband has a pipe clenched in his teeth and his about to spank her because his dinner was cold…but never fear the reader is reassured, if she purchases this oven, there is a drawer below the oven that will keep her husband’s dinner warm on those nights he is late.

Edith looked at the ad. She snickered because if her husband ever tried to spank her for serving him a cold supper, she’d gut him like a fish and serve him his innards warm and fresh, yes sir, and that meal would be very warm and beautifully plated.

Edith stretched her legs out in front of her and then drew them back, she crossed her ankles and sat up straight.

Not a hair was out of place, her dress lay against her, crisp and smooth. She had a dab of White Shoulders perfume behind each ear and a little dab on her the inside of each of her wrists.

A single strand of Pearls circled her neck.

She heard her husband making his way down the stairs from the top floor of their house. She heard him cross the hall to the sun room

” Afternoon Edith ” he didn’t as much offer her a greeting then he was announcing himself.

” Lionel.” she said without looking up from her magazine.

” I saw Fannie on my way in today. She told me Stan passed away. ”

Edith closed her magazine, she set it on her lap. ” Passed away?” she asked with just a touch of skepticism in her voice.

” Well. I don’t want to bring up any unpleasantness but Stan. He was- well he was murdered Edith. ”

” Oh dear. ”

” Somebody stabbed him- it was awful. Just horrible.”

” That is horrific Lionel. ”

” He just bought Fannie new kitchen appliances. He said it was to make her life easier. Plus he said she spends a lot of time in the kitchen so- ”

Edith looked right into Lionel’s face. Her smile was prim and proper. ” I suppose it’s good that at a time like this Fan’s home maker obligations will be easier to meet. ”

Lionel cleared his throat again. ” So. Um. You wouldn’t be interested in-” Lionel’s voice trailed off. His mouth went dry.

Edith picked her magazine back up and began to flick through the pages, ” Dinner is going to be late afraid. I was busy this afternoon.”

Lionel didn’t turn his back on his wife when he left her Sun Room- he backed out.

Turning your back on Edith when that icy tone in her voice frosted every word she said was never a good idea.