What A Little Mischief Can Do

Today is Halloween.

Last night was Mischief Night.

When I was a kid I used to indulge in Mischief Night.

I’d heard about this night from my Grandfather and one Halloween night shortly after my best friend and I busted out of our First Grade class, snuck into the coat room and threw the jackets by the arm full down from the top stairs  into the stairwell.

For good measure we slid down the stairs, head first on our bellies  on the jackets down the wooden stairs.

Where me and my best friend celebrated Mischief Night for the first time.

I got a black eye and my friend cut her lip in the process.

I remember when we got to the bottom of the stairs and looked up and saw those coats and I felt my eye starting to swell shut and Linda stuck a wad of gum on her lip to stop the bleeding – actually I was chewing the gum and figured it would work like a bandaid and she agreed- I remember it actually worked.

I also remember how absolutely wicked I felt.

In case you’re curious we got away with it- with the stories we must have told about the cut lip and black eye.

Me and my friend  actually got caught strolling back into the class and our teacher was upset. Where did we come from? Why weren’t we at our desks?

We were looking at the coats we said.

” What coats?” our teacher asked.

We pointed at the door and she walked out the classroomand looked down the stairs.

My friend pulled the gum off of her lip and handed it back to me. I stuck it on the wall under the pencil sharpener, which is where I always stuck my gum.

We took our seats and sat there, with our hands folded and waited for the bell to ring for lunch.

Like I said.

We never got called on that bit of Mischief or for the many, many Mischief Night adventures that would follow in the years to come.

I say ‘called on it’ because we were caught oh so many very times. For some reason we always got out of it.

It’s like for one night we had the Luck of The Devil.

 

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Read a brief bit of history of Mischief Night at  Smithsonian.com

HERE

Deck The Halls

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This is year my favorite Halloween decorations- the high end ones that they use in haunted houses- have turned out to be the ones that involve Aliens and Morgues.

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I guess I’m drawn to these props because I’m a Science Geek and I know my way around an embalming room.

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So what do I find the most disturbing about these sets and props? What is it about them that gives me the chills, gives me nightmares, makes me scream ( just a bit) when they come to life and scream and moan and jump at me with their mechanical arms and jaws desperately working before there power is cut off?

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I’ll be honest- that’s not my reaction at all.

My reaction is to look around and make sure nobody is watching me smile.

But I am smiling.

And I’m laughing.

I can’t help myself, sometimes.

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From The Corner of My Eye

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I keep catching glimpses of the odd and macabre from the corner of my eye.

I know.

You should see what is right in front of me at times.
It’d give you nightmares.

amm

Photos Taken at

Post Street Alley

Seattle, Washington

OCTOBER 2017

 

Our Day Involved Zombies and Such

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I sent my Nieces into the Zombie Exhibit because I wanted some pictures of   me  I mean  them having fun.

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Looks like only one of my nieces made it out of the exhibit.

Sad face.

Boy is my sister going to be mad I left one of them  behind as Zombie Food.

Mad but not necessarily shocked.

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There was something written on the Wall here.

Go ahead.

Put your face REALLY CLOSE TO THE SCREEN and check it out.

I dare you.

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Nothing says fun afternoon with the family like finding tanks full of

severed zombie heads

together!

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Ho, ho, ho.

Kermit isn’t a Zombie.

Or headless

Yet.

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Remember Boos an Ghouls!

The family that goes to horror exhibits and laughs most of the time when they’re going through it is probably familiar with sharp instruments and at least one knows her way around an embalming room.

So I would suggest not cutting in front of them in line or getting in the way when they’re taking pictures.

Just a friendly PSA

from

My Enduring Bones.

 

All photos taken at

The Museum of Pop Culture

” Scared To Death Exhibit”

Seattle, Washington

October 4th, 2017

 

Forever Midnight

Have you ever tasted Halloween

with the tip of  your tongue?

Tasted like pennies and burnt sugar

caramel,

thick and sweet sliding down your throat like warm blood.

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Have you seen Halloween

from the corner of your eye

it moved like a cat,  black as midnight

where does it hide until you walk by alone

with nothing but the shadows to see your home?

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Meet Halloween

shake it’s hand,

take it’s hand

in your own

pale as death

lonely as dusty bones

dreaming  where it is forever midnight

inside a ruined tomb.

Meet Halloween

tonight if you will.

It’s been waiting  so long

for you.

Wherever Marie Goes

Halloween is a little more then a month away so I have officially lost my mind and am decking my halls for the season.

So here is a family joke.

Because my idea of taking down Halloween decorations is to turn anything pumpkin related with a face cared into it towards the wall and I will make my skeleton and gargoyle collections look seasonal by sticking them next to indoor plants someone once asked my Mom:

” How do you know when it’s Halloween at Anita Marie’s house? ”

And my Mom said, ” I don’ t know,  how do you know? ” thinking she was helping deliver a punch line.

” No. Really. How do you know?”

My Mom thought about it. ” Well. It’s pretty much always Halloween wherever Marie goes.”

My Mom.

Knowing her daughter better then anyone since 1964

amm