When I was small my father carved a large Jack O’Lantern for me. It was a very special bonding moment. One that I will always remember. Perhaps that is why I have always liked Halloween.
It started out innocently enough.
After we were married, in Alaska I painted a large plywood board with a Halloween scene and we hung it on the front of the house in 1974.
Then I decided to build a coffin for a small haunted house in our garage the following year.
From that point it seemed to spiral out of control, so much so that in 1989 there was an article in the Washington Post calling me Mr. Halloween. Yes in 15 years, I had developed a reputation among our friends, neighbors, and family as being slightly mad about the holiday.
So we decorate — some might say to excess — each year.
In fact our home is called “The Halloween House” in the town where we live.
In 2008 we were on local TV when a station came and did a series of spots from our front yard one morning as part of the local news.
It usually takes us about a week to set it up … And then on November 1 it is gone.
Those holidays when you are young are always the most special and stay with you the rest of your life.