{"id":403,"date":"2008-11-03T07:11:32","date_gmt":"2008-11-03T12:11:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/?p=403"},"modified":"2008-11-03T07:11:32","modified_gmt":"2008-11-03T12:11:32","slug":"halloween-reflections","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/2008\/20081103-403.htm","title":{"rendered":"Halloween Reflections"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>We never dressed up for Halloween when we were kids.  Mom and Dad never made a big deal about our not &#8220;celebrating&#8221; Halloween.  We just didn&#8217;t.  Instead, we sat in the living room with a big vat of candy and tracts and vied to answer the door when the doorbell rang.  One piece of candy for the trick-or-treaters, one piece of candy for us.  I never felt deprived.<\/p>\n<p>Fast forward to the last couple of years, when I&#8217;ve discovered how much I enjoy putting on new identities.  It started for a youth group &#8220;Sponsor Seek&#8221;, in which sponsor&#8217;s disguised themselves and attempted to evade the youth while walking around a shopping mall.  I painted my face a chalky white, wore my friend&#8217;s best approximation of dreds, and stepped heavy in big pants and a jersey.  Then came work spirit days, where I dressed as a nerd, a superhero, a football player (a wifebeater and sweatpants positioned strategically below my buttocks, revealing my red athletic shorts beneath.)<\/p>\n<p>So when a costume contest was announced for Halloween&#8211;I dressed up.  <\/p>\n<p><img src=\"images\/20081103-2.jpg\" alt=\"Rebekah dressed as an old woman\" \/><\/p>\n<p>I won first place (Thank you very much!), probably due to a last minute thought to bring along some photos I had lying around.<\/p>\n<p>After making the long trek indoors&#8211;around the building and through all sorts of doors to get to the elevator&#8211;I asked Fatima and Marilyn if they might have seen my grandson (producing a picture of my brother Daniel).  It took them a few seconds to realize that it was me&#8211;then they just laughed and laughed&#8211;while I continued with my story of trying to surprise my grandson, who was a student here.<\/p>\n<p>The story was so successful, I couldn&#8217;t help but continue it.  I stayed in character all day, discussing my pillies and my grandson.  &#8220;This is the University of Nebraska-Lincoln?  My grandson&#8217;s a student there.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>The older ladies in the kitchen&#8211;the morning cooks&#8211;enjoyed the costume most.  Carolyn proclaimed me her grandmother and was quite anxious about me.  &#8220;Are you sure you don&#8217;t need to have a seat, Grandma?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Anyway, that was my Halloween costume.<\/p>\n<p>Check out more, mostly children&#8217;s, costumes at Becky&#8217;s Costume Parade. <br \/>\n<a href=\"http:\/\/boysrulemylife.blogspot.com\/2008\/10\/costume-parade.html\" target=\"_blank\"><img border=\"0\" alt=\"Photobucket\" src=\"http:\/\/i240.photobucket.com\/albums\/ff107\/missbecky75\/webreadyqtrscreenpng-1.png\"\/><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>We never dressed up for Halloween when we were kids. Mom and Dad never made a big deal about our not &#8220;celebrating&#8221; Halloween. We just didn&#8217;t. Instead, we sat in the living room with a big vat of candy and tracts and vied to answer the door when the doorbell rang. 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