Angie Cooper’s green hair and scream show how I felt during The Mummy’s Hand–my first and last horror movie. The curse, the potion, the spell and suspense have haunted me since 4th grade 4-H summer camp.
Jim’s mummyish hand, worn out from work and old age, is almost as scary as the 1940 version.
I still like to scream and yell, but since seeing The Mummy’s Hand, I’ve learned to be more tolerant, more curious about scary dreams and imaginative monsters. Strange beings and bizarre situations take me to an emotional edge–and they can also become portals for insight and rare beauty.
We earthlings experience the thin veil about this time of year.
Looking back through our years in the Cazadero hills and the Big Barn Halloween extravaganzas, nostalgia overcomes us. Please join in on these memories of the Ft. Ross Volunteer Fire Department fund raising events. You may have identification info or anecdotes you want to share.
Now, this very instant, make yourself
to Zoom back a few years and beyond. Time warps may occur willy nilly.
The Great Pumpkin and the Great Pumpkin Crone beckon–
Who knows what surprises will be illuminated by dim recollections?
The Big Barn’s spectacular bonfire warms us; the glow radiates as it helps us become reacquainted in spite of disguises.
Skeletons greet us at the Big Barn entrance.
Sylvia Murphy and the Thugz amplify the boisterous energy busting out of the barn.
We’re all dancing–
Judy Rosales leads the kids’ dancing parade.
Butterfly fairies are all the rage.
Chicken Big is awesome…
Artistic creativity abounds .
Pirate lady is pondering the Dark Side–but she goes forth undaunted.
John Howland usually greets folks with a friendly grin–he’s the last person we suspect would become cloaked with a villainous spirit.
As in days of yore, the bandido is armed with real bullets.
An assortment of characters enrich the festivities.
Although we’re missing pics of many costumes, some remain vivid in our memories. Charles Hope, the backhoe operator famous for grading and repairing ranch roads, once disguised himself with a clean shave, slicked back hair and the scariest costume he could think of: a three-piece suit. Also, once Ken Genetti arrived as a Maypole and Peter Cooper came as a very clever tall pumpkin. There were vampires, dragons, green chickens, angels and frogs. One year Naomi Granoff and I went as the Calendar Girls (with decorated colanders on our heads.)
I wish we had photos of all the fabulous bands and the excellent t-shirts designed by Stephanie Endsley and others. Local crafts people contributed handsomely to the raffles.
As we wind down the Wild Art party reminiscing, here’s the white witch with her magic blessing on the camaraderie and abundant generosity.
The jester reminds us of the great fun we’ve had together.
The bartenders and dish washers should also have front-stage acknowlegment.
Millions of thanks to the many folks who planned and organized these memorable events. I wish all your names could be listed here.
Untold numbers of volunteers set up, decorated, then took down and cleaned up–so many neighbors working and playing together.
Now the Great Pumpkin sends cheer far and near.
Susan Zerwick, a Caz hills resident, is a citizen scientist reporting rainfall to the national collaborative data base (cocorahs.org.) She graciously visits us in her cloud costume to report this area’s total inches of rain since September 2021: 21.94 inches–as of 9:20 a.m. Oct. 25, 2021. She notes that the entire total from last year was 30.24 inches.
We also enjoy her sunshine smile: