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Halloween and the Old Woman in the Shoe

10/20/2014

 
by Gwendolyn Plano
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Bags of candy fill the aisles in the local grocery stores; while costumes for young pirates and cowboys, princesses and fairies await an excited child. In neighborhoods across the United States, homes are decorated with pumpkins and stalks of corn--Halloween is less than two weeks away.

We had no neighbors when I was a child, no one to trick or treat. But the country school that my siblings and I attended had a parade for all the little goblins of the area.

About 150 farm children donned old sheets, handmade masks and grandpa's worn hats, to march around the old wood-planked structure. The principal watched as we paraded past parents and teachers, and then selected a few witches or rodeo stars for candy prizes.

Mom made our costumes from scrapes of cloth; and one year, I was the Old Woman Who Lived In A Shoe. She cut up a cardboard box, painted it with brown shoe polish, and sat it in an old red wagon. She dressed me in a blue bonnet and long dress—both of which she also made. My dolls and those of my sisters lined the wagon bed. I marched proudly with the other country kids, pulling my imaginary family. And, that year, I got an award.

Mom is almost ninety years young; she is frail but active. I don’t know if she remembers that special Halloween; but every year, I think about it. I remember the dolls peeking through the cardboard shoe, I remember struggling with the rusty wagon over the grassy path, and I remember the white cotton balls tucked into my bonnet so that I might appear old. I felt special that day—Mom made it so.

When I think of Halloween, I always think of her. And I wonder, with seven unruly kids, how did she find the time to make costumes for us all? Perhaps she was the Old Woman in a Shoe. Was I, for just a few hours, my mom?

Do you remember the rhyme? It goes like this:

There was an old woman
Who lived in a shoe.
She had so many children
She didn’t know what to do.
She gave them some broth
And a big slice of bread,
Kissed them all soundly
And sent them to bed.   (Mother Goose Version)

When you think back to Halloween, do you have a favorite memory? Does it include your mom?
Time changes our perspective or at least offers a context, doesn't it? 

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