Hallowmemeage Bandwagon

As seen elsewhere.

Remember that cool costume you wore as a kid, the first one that springs to mind when you think of Halloween? Find an appropriate image on the 'Net of who you were dressed as and post it, along with this meme in your LJ.

I think it was 4th or 5th grade? Raven, from the New Teen Titans. My mother made me the cloak and dress out of cobalt blue veleveteen, and I made the raven shoulder 'clasps' out of art board and coloured markers.

There were other costumes before this one, of course, but this definitely gets my "cool" memories. :)

KU WPA = WTF?!!!

( *Sarcasm Alert* )

I could be wrong - there could be some Easter-esque calendar manipulation going on that I'm unaware of that means you can move Samhain around at will...or not...

*EDIT* I stand corrected, as there is an Easter-esque calendar manipulation going on - so much for buying into the collective-agreement principle of Sabbats. Also, I obviously have an extreme anti-Johnson-County-kids-are-idiots bias left-over from my high school days...my apologies. ;D Ah well.

Random Grandpa-ness...

My maternal grandfather, Arthur Robert "Pete" Schweitzer, died a week ago yesterday.

He was born 92 years ago tomorrow.

As of November 2nd, he and my grandmother would have been married 68 years.

I'm used to this time of year being a celebration of his life, so that's what I'll be doing tonight as I wish him well on his travels.

He was one of those jack-of-all-trades men, a little bit good at a lot of things, really good at a few, like gardening and carpentry, and I'm glad that my memories of him are full of those things...

He grew amazing roses, and the back yard of my grandparents' home was half-vegetable garden/half-rose bed for as long as he was able to care for it, well into his eighties.

My altar box is a doll's playhouse that he built for me when I was small.

He loved cats, and had several boon cat companions that thought they were dogs and loved to patrol the family farm with him, riding in the cab of his pick-up and coming when he whistled for them.

His family's farm was sold at auction in August, and at the time I told gmskarka that I didn't think he would be spending too much more time here. He was a farmer in what I think of as the truest sense of the word, tied to the land through blood and toil, so that when the land left his care he no longer needed to stay.

Wherever he's gone to now, I hope he's happy, and gardening, and has cats answering to his whistle. :)