Wednesday, September 30, 2009
hey, hey... the gang's all here!
In lieu of an actual post, I'm going to kick off October with something creepier than Michael Meyers in a tutu:
Vintage Halloween stuff
I don't know what it is that makes vintage Christmas classic and endearing but vintage Halloween stuff terrifying, but there you are.
I don't know.
yeah, there's a little kid in blackface in there. Classy.
All my life I've mostly lived in relatively new structures, but when I sleep in a place like, say, the Olema Inn and consider how old the place is, and how many generations have slept in that room, and you look at the vintage light fixture and molding and wonder how many people have stared at that... and then think about all the kids over all the years who trick'or'treated before you ever put on a Chewbacca mask... all those kids who are nowhere to be seen, and in masks that were seemingly made in Hell's Novelty Factory...
Broom. Bike. Whatever.
The League has very specific issues.
Maybe I get a little sad looking at all these pictures, thinking of all these people who lived and had Halloween and trick or treats, and now they're most likely gone, and does anyone know who these people are anymore?
Is it the outdated ideas of the costumes? That its not colorful princesses and ninjas and Buzz Lightyear?
I have no idea. But the sort of static faces of the masks, and a lifetime of horror movies certainly isn't helping.
dang, yo. even if a headless guy with a hatchet was standing at the foot of my bed (my recurring fear when I was in 3rd grade), it would not freak me out as much as if these kids were on my doorstep.
I'm going to go hide under a blanket with a flashlight now.