Last night was Halloween and we were invited to a party. I decided to go as a camouflaged deer hunter – and advertise for this blog Bubba-ette or http://www.bubba-ette.com/ . How do you like the outfit?
That's right, when you deer hunt, you wear the camo top and pants, camo snake boots, camo baseball cap -- and even a camo face mask that makes you look like an eco-terrorist. Do you see my rifle? Oh yeah, and don't forget the camouflage gloves with the forefinger cut out on the right hand so that you can feel the metal trigger on your gun. The only thing I left out last night was raccoon urine on my shoes. Didn't think my party hostess -- or guests -- would appreciate that!?
We live in the Low Country of South Carolina…next to a cemetery, live oaks, Spanish moss hanging low over the tombstones. Apparently, according to local lore, it is home to a ghost – a headless horseman on horseback, soldier from the Revolutionary War.
Last year, my husband thought it would be fun to have a big bonfire to celebrate Halloween up here on our bluff to summon up the “haints," the word for ghosts in Southern slang.
First it was the man in the Post Office. “Colonel, I heard that you want to have a party to summon up the haints…I wouldn’t do that Colonel. There are some pretty mean haints up your way.” Then it was the guy at community gardens. “Colonel, folks have been talking about your wanting to have a bonfire to call up the haints. It’s not a good idea Colonel." So...there was no bonfire, no party, no summoning up the "haints." When local folk speak, he listens.
Down here, people paint blue over the entrances to their homes to keep out the haints. Who knows...maybe we should think about doing that…
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