Welcome to the final day of the Trick & Treat SPOOKtacular, hosted by myself & Lori from Lori’s Reading Corner!
Every day, from now through Halloween, a different author will be stopping by for a guest post with a giveaway. On one of our blogs you will find a TRICK post and on the other blog you will find a TREAT post, both written by the same author. Each author has generously donated at least two copies of one of their titles for us to give away. The entry form is the same on both blogs, so you may enter on one blog, or you can double your chances and enter on both blogs. Check the bottom of the post for the rest of the authors that will be posting here during our Trick & Treat SPOOKtacular.
At the end of our SPOOKtacular, Lori & I will be giving away one BIG treat! Make sure to check back on Halloween for all of the details and to enter for your chance to win.
Our final Trick & Treater is MAGGIE BARBIERI! Be sure to check out Lori’s blog to read Maggie’s other post and double your chances of winning the giveaway!
I was talking to child #2, a rambunctious 12-year-old boy, about Halloween. He was stuck, not having any blessed idea as to what he could dress up as for his favorite holiday. I suggested my old standby, a hobo.
“What’s a hobo, Mom?”
“Well, it’s a guy who rides the rails with a pouch attached to a stick, his worldly belongings in the pouch.”
“Why is he riding the rails? And what are rails?”
“The railroad. He’s riding because he’s got the traveling jones. And no job.”
“So, he’s homeless.”
“Yes, I guess you could call him that.”
“Mom, that’s not very politically correct.”
Suffice it to say that we were in the car, on our way to Party City to purchase a costume before I could go into the politics of Herbert Hoover, explain what “Hooverville” was, or why the Great Depression created more hobos than any other historical event in our nation’s history.
We purchased a gladiator costume, true meaning of which child #2 did not know either. When he donned it, and I pretended to be a Christian hiding from the Romans who would surely throw me to the lions, he looked confused and singularly unimpressed by my acting performance. I was still bristling over the fact that we had to buy a costume and was trying to make the best of a less-than-stellar situation.
All of this talk of costumes got me thinking about my costumes of the past. Thanks to a very creative aunt and a genius of a seamstress across the street from my house, I had some pretty wonderful get ups. Here’s a sampling with only one picture. Very few pictures exist because…well, I could lie…but my mom got lazy with the camera. (Sorry, Mom!)
1. Rudy Vallee: My ingenious aunt found a size 60 beaver coat that had belonged to her Aunt May. I donned that, even though it was about three hundred sizes too big, was given a pennant to wave, a megaphone to carry, a hat to wear and sneakers to put on my feet and I was transformed into the megaphone crooner of the 1920s. So what that nobody knew who I was, this being the mid-70’s? I was dressed unlike any other trick or treater and was in my glory.
2. A Can-Can girl: My seamstress neighbor had made a dozen or so Can-Can girl outfits for a church show that was being mounted at St. Catherine’s (my home parish) and tailored one costume so that it fit my pre-teen body to a tee. Mom curled my hair and let me go crazy with the blue eye shadow and poof! Insta-Can-Can girl. I went to a Halloween party at the roller rink where I certainly would have won first place—even the cool girls thought so—but since I couldn’t skate and was unable to sashay around the judges, I wasn’t even entered. Another one of life’s shattering disappointments.
3. A Nun: No Catholic childhood would be complete without a few hours dressed as a nun or a priest. In my case, I was fully habited in a floor-length habit with a white rope around my waist. Think six-year-old flying nun and you’ll get a visual. A whole gaggle of us neighborhood girls—thanks to the creativity of the aforementioned seamstress neighbor—were transformed into a little squad of sisters, trolling the neighborhood for candy. The interesting thing? No one looked twice—maybe because there was a convent in our town?
Here’s a shot of the Can-Can outfit, my siblings, and the neighbor kids (the ones whose mom crafted most of our costumes). See, not a store-bought one among them. Those were the days, right?
About the Author
Maggie Barbieri is the author of the Murder 101 series, which is comprised of Murder 101 (2006); Extracurricular Activities (2007), Quick Study (2008), Final Exam (2009), Third Degree (2010) and Physical Education (2011). She lives in the New York metro area/Hudson Valley with her husband, and two children. By day she’s a writer and editor of college textbooks.
Thanks to the author, we have two autographed copies of Third Degree to give away to lucky readers in the USA!