I’ll Get You, My Pretties

Pretty Halloween Ideas

 

How to Make the Prettiest Halloween, as told by the Internet.

On a sleepless night earlier this week, I was trawling the web, seeking holiday cheer. I found it, by the hundreds, my dry and insomniac eyes watering into the tiny screen of my mobile device; my feverish, sleep-deprived brain devising ways to build a porch to the house by Friday, October 31st so I could decorate appropriately (I will also be needing an old wooden dining room set and a 1930s truck, preferably both painted in shimmery old-fashioned pastels. I will need these by tomorrow so, universe, not to be demanding but, you know, chop-chop). At any rate, while I’m waiting on the universe to deliver my table, truck — oh, and illuminated dresses! — I compiled some of my favorite photos because they’re just too pretty not to share. No tricks, only charming and very pretty treats. Happy Halloween.

Images: I created my image using two apps, Moldiv and Aviary. The sources for the individual photos, by matching letter: A, B, C, D, E, F, G.

 

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Children and Snakes, Monsters and Omens: Old Hoosier Legends

Indiana Autumn Cornfield

Milk Snakes and Hoop Snakes: There used to be several variations on the theme of Children and Snakes. At the heart of these stories, these were tales of friendship between a toddler and a snake. Generally, the child would leave the house with a bowl of porridge or a tin cup of milk and go off to eat/drink by the Wabash or an idyllic Indiana stream or a glade just off the pasture. The child would later be found by his or her parents sharing the porridge/milk with his/her friend, the snake. At which point the parents would frighten away the snake (who may or may not fashion itself into a wheel shape and roll away like a hoop). Within a matter of days – generally three – of the abrupt end to the friendship, the child would die, an event attributed to the snake. So if you catch your child sharing a spoon with a snake, just bring extra porridge.

And while we're talking about death, these are the death omens your great-great-Hoosier-grandmother always warned you about: A bird in the house, hearing three sharp raps on a headboard or house-front (the closer to you, the worse for you), seeing a ball of fire or a flaming torch (a spectral flaming torch, by the way, an actual torch or the state flag are presumably safe), a vision of an angel or a wraith, or a fallen portrait (it is a sad day for the subject of any painting/photograph when their image suddenly dives off the wall or the shelf). While not an omen, here's as good a place as any to mention that Hoosiers used to tell of death crowns left behind in feather pillows on deathbeds (open the pillow case and there will be a ring or halo made of feathers where the dearly departed had lain his or her head).

And while we're talking about things your great-great-Hoosier-grandmother told you, other old wives' tales include: The seventh daughter of a seventh daughter will always have the gift of second sight. The seventh son of a seventh son will have the ability to “blow off” warts. If a seventh son of a seventh son isn't handy (and we all know how disappointing that can be), warts can also be removed by tying knots in a string or piece of cloth (one knot per wart to be removed) and then burying it: as the knots decay, the warts will vanish. If you're afflicted with thrush, you need to find someone who has never seen their father because that person can heal you. Divining rods work for not only water but also precious metals: but like will find like. If you wish to find gold, a piece of gold must be added to the tip of the divining rod; silver for silver.

There Be Monsters Here: The French-Americans in Vincennes believed there was a loup garou (werewolf) among them. Residents of Churubusco are wary (and proud) of the Beast of Busco, a 500-pound snapping turtle believed to live there. A Bigfoot-like creature known as the Princeton Monster is reputed to live in the woods near the southern Indiana town of the same name. And, most entertainingly named of them all, along the Wabash and Erie Canal roams the Wampus cat, a terrifying, oversized cat who can still be heard yowling on sultry summer nights. Allegedly.

There Be Witches Here: Attesting to the importance of cattle, agriculture, and dairy in this early pioneer state, there were legends of assorted milk-witches, whose evil was worked both on and through cattle: Near Oakland City there lived a Dairy Witch of some repute and there was also the Butter Witch of Giro (a name I think we can all agree totally kicks ass). A witch in Anderson was believed to grow poisoned apples in the yard. But Shelby County has one of the most enchanting tales of witches of all (with a very many similarities to Greek myths and the Brothers Grimm): Three young and beautiful sisters lived separately from the nearest community. They were reputed to be witches who transformed themselves into fawns but there was no proof of this strange magic until one day a hunter went into the woods and chased three agile fawns. He had only one silver bullet with him and with this single bullet, he injured one of the fawns. The hunter followed the trail of blood to its end— which he found at the cabin of the Three Sisters. Two human sisters were ministering to the third, who was in bed with an injured leg. And, although the legends don't say anything more on the tale, I like to think that hunter married that girl.

Source: Baker, Ronald L. Hoosier Folk Legends. Bloomington: Indiana University Press, 1982.

2014 Asylum House: At the Marion County Scaregrounds

Asylum House 2014

If you’re looking for thrills, chills, and a little bit of gore for this Halloween season, the Asylum House is now open. While last year’s haunting was held at the Hannah House, this year’s fright fest can be found at the Marion County Fairgrounds, located at 7300 Troy Avenue on the southeast side of Indianapolis. Admission is $22 for adults, $10 for children under 10 years old. A portion of the proceeds go to local food banks. Discount coupons can be found on the Asylum House website or Living Social. A group discount is also available.

While the haunted house will be open through November 1, a special event will be held on Saturday, October 25 when the Wild Heart Association will be holding their Thrill the World event at the haunt site. From 3-6 p.m. and for free admission, you can wear your freakiest costume, learn the dance from the Michael Jackson “Thriller” video, and then perform it in the largest synchronized dance party with other thrill seekers around the country. And, by doing so, you’ll be helping Wild Heart Association raise awareness for domestic violence prevention and victim assistance.

What: Asylum House, haunted experience Where: Marion County Fairgrounds, 7300 Troy Avenue, Indianapolis When: 10/22-10/26 and 10/29-11/01; 7-10 p.m. Sunday- Thursday and 7 p.m. – 12 a.m. Fridays and Saturdays.

One-Day Only: Thrill the World, presented by Wild Heart Where: The Asylum House stage at the Marion County Fairgrounds When: October 25, 2014. 3-6 p.m. (Note: the nationally-coordinated performance time is 6 p.m.)

Be Witched: All Hallows’ Eve

Halloween

“The very dust and silence…seemed to tingle with a secret magic.” J.K. Rowling

“There she weaves by night and day, / A magic web with colors gay / She has heard a whisper say, / A curse is on her if she stay // … And moving thro’ a mirror clear / That hangs before her all the year, / Shadows of the world appear. // “I am half sick of shadows”… // She left the web, she left the loom, / She made three paces thro’ the room… // Out flew the web and floated wide; / The mirror crack’d from side to side, / “The curse is come upon me.” Alfred, Lord Tennyson, “The Lady of Shalott”

“Men say that in this midnight hour / The disembodied have power / To wander as it liketh them / By wizard oak and fairy stream… // Welcome, gentle spirits.” William Motherwell, “Midnight and Moonshine”

“There is something haunting in the light of the moon.” Joseph Conrad

“It’s said that All Hallows’ Eve is one of the nights when the veil between the worlds is thin— and whether you believe in such things or not, those roaming spirits probably believe in you…” Erin Morgenstern

“Thrice the brinded cat hath mew’d” / …”Harpier cries ‘Tis time, ’tis time” / “Round about the cauldron go; / In the poison’d entrails throw / Toad, that under cold stone / Days and nights has thirty-one / Swelter’d venom sleeping got, / Boil thou first i’ the charmed pot.” / “Double, double toil and trouble; / Fire burn and cauldron bubble” / “Fillet of fenny snake, / In the cauldron boil and bake; / Eye of newt and toe of frog / Wool of bat and tongue of dog, / Adder’s fork and blind-worm’s sting, / Lizard’s leg and owlet’s wing, / For a charm of powerful trouble / Like a hell-broth, boil and bubble” // “Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf, / Witches’ mummy, maw and gulf / of the ravin’d salt-sea shark, / Root of hemlock digg’d in the dark…” // “And now about the cauldron sing, / Live elves and fairies in a ring, / Enchanting all that you put in. // By the pricking of my thumbs, / Something wicked this way comes.” Shakespeare, Macbeth

October, tuck tiny candy bars in my pockets and carve my smile into a thousand pumpkins…Merry October.” Rainbow Rowell

Related: When the Frost is on the Punkin

Art-tober: Sita and Sarita

Cecilia Beaux Sita and Sarita

Cecilia Beaux (1855-1942) was an American portrait painter whose works are often compared to her contemporaries John Singer Sargent, William Merritt Chase, and Mary Cassatt. Beaux’s work was far more realistic in manner than either Chase or Cassatt, although in many works, she shares similar decorative sensibilities as Chase, who seems to have admired her work. This piece is called Sita and Sarita (Jeune Fille au Chat) and is a portrait of the artist’s cousin, Sarah Allibone Leavitt. The work was painted in 1896 and can now be found at the Musée d’Orsay in Paris. Its white-gowned refinement, clarity, and editorial prowess demonstrate precisely why it is that it is nearly impossible to speak, read, or write about Beaux without mentioning Sargent, Beaux’s twin in knowing how to cleanly edit and execute an image which in less talented hands could become trite, ornamental, sentimental, or cloying. The best of Beaux, like the best of Sargent, has subtext and depth and presents intelligent-seeming humans as seen by equally intelligent and thoughtful eyes. Sita and Sarita qualifies as one of the “best of Beaux.” Beaux must have thought so, too, as she painted a second version of this work in 1922. The second version is much lighter (no black background) and eliminates the china-patterned chair, two alterations which, to me, inexplicably reduce the pensiveness of the original, which in turn, to me, reduces the appeal. In any case, the second version can be found at the Corcoran Gallery in Washington D.C.

The 1896 Sita and Sarita has inevitably prompted some scholars and art historians to write about the figure’s implied sexuality, from the black cat to the way her hand lies in her lap (which some have said mimics Sargent’s controversial Madame X), statements which are often used to reclaim or justify Beaux’s own gender and sexuality and too often used by other women in a facile, brainless brand of feminism. Though, of course, when the painting was first exhibited, it brought some of these comments from male critics, who were, equally brainlessly, titillated by a depiction of a young woman with a black cat.

For my part, I like the image on its own, but never more than in October. For one, I assume Sita is staring into a fire, but I also like to think of the woman (not literally and definitely quite apart from what the image actually is and was intended to be) as a purer form of a New England witch, peering into a scrying glass. And of course, there’s that black cat. It’s like high-brow Halloween décor (a sentence which would undoubtedly horrify Ms. Beaux).

To continue on that theme, I also like to connect Sita and Sarita with lines Algernon Charles Swinburne wrote about Whistler’s Symphony in White, No. 2 (The Little White Girl) (1864) in a poem called “Before the Mirror” and dedicated to Whistler. As Beaux was also compared to Whistler (those white dresses!), it’s not totally out of line:

She knows not love that kissed her / She knows not where: / Art thou the ghost, my sister, / White sister there, / Am I the ghost, who knows? // …Deep in the gleaming glass / She sees all past things pass, / There glowing ghosts of flowers / Draw down, draw nigh; / And wings of swift spent hours / Take flight and fly.

Happy October. Happy Halloween.

Image credit: Wikimedia Commons, Cecilia Beaux, Sita and Sarita (Jeune Fille au Chat; portrait of Sarah Allibone Leavitt). Oil on canvas, 1896. Musée d’Orsay, Paris.

More: Wikipedia’s article on Cecilia Beaux is thorough and well-researched. This article from the Washington Post is also worth a read.

Related: Art-tober: Ghost Clock

Haunted Halloween at the Historic Hannah House

Hannah House Halloween

Tucked into the southeastern corner of Indianapolis sits the Hannah House, built in 1858 by Alexander Hannah. The home was a stop on the Underground Railroad. It is said to be haunted by the shade of Alexander Hannah, by an unnamed spectral old lady, but most of all by the refugee slaves who were buried in the cellar by Alexander Hannah after they tragically perished in a fire caused by an oil lantern as they slept.

The house is currently being haunted, in a way, by the Asylum House company: for $20, you can wend your way through this historic house, screaming in terror at all the fake ghosts, demons, and other sundry spirits. If you dare.

Hannah House bird bath
Hannah House cold porch
Asylum at Hannah House
Asylum House Reaper