What's The Deal With Halloween?

The Hub and I recently spent a week in Ireland. It was the week before Halloween and I was struck by the sheer volume and frequency of Halloween decorations and Halloween chat on the radio stations as we took in the scenery while driving the Ring of Kerry and around the Dingle Peninsula. It wasn't even just atmospheric pubs that were in on the action - even the most mediocre of restaurants had paper goblins hanging from the ceiling. We were particularly impressed by the decorations in The Grand in Killarney, which we stopped in a few times for their toe-tapping tunes.


The skeleton bat in the next photo looked even more spooky when I snapped its picture than it was in person. But what skeleton bat isn't scary?



It got me thinking: did Americans get Halloween from the Irish? Something I often hear from Brits is that they celebrate Halloween, but not like we Americans do it.

After we returned home I did some basic research. Interestingly enough, Halloween didn't develop as a holiday in the U.S. until the mid 19th century, around the time of mass immigration from Ireland and Scotland. The origins of Halloween are not clear cut, but one theory is that it originated from early Celtic traditions of Samhaim (pronounced SAH-win or SOW-in), a festival that welcomed in the dark half of the year. The festival coincided with the end of the harvest season, but more eerily was a time when it was believed spirits could come back from the dead and visit their earthly homes and loved ones. Our modern Jack-O-Lantern actually has its roots in a carved turnip with a candle inside, used to either ward off the evil dead spirits (since it wasn't just the friendly ghosties that came for a visit) or to light the way when outside during the festival. When immigrants came to the new world they adopted the tradition using the bigger pumpkin that was readily available in North America.

Of course the Catholic Church co-opted these sorts of harvest festivals as holy days, moving its All Saints Day (which was originally in May to co-opt a Roman festival of the dead) to November 1st and adding All Souls Day (Nov. 2) to allow people to celebrate the life of their dead loved ones, in addition to the more holy saints. All Saints Day was originally called All Hallows, which made October 31 All Hallow's Eve (you can see where the current name originated from).

Halloween celebrations reached a crisis point in the U.S. in the 1930s in the depression when the tradition of trickery started to cause more serious financial problems. For rural areas, putting carts on top of haystacks might not have been that bad, but letting animals out of their pens could cause financial ruin for farmers during the already bleak economic times. So it was civic organizations that tried to get young people going to parties and good old capitalism took hold -- companies started making paper decorations and paper costumes. The phrase 'trick or treat' was born as adults tried to distract the youth by handing out treats in lieu of disruptive behavior. (The tradition of going door to door may have been inspired by the medieval tradition of poor children collecting soul cakes from people in return for praying for their family members stuck in purgatory ahead of All Souls Day.)

What interested me the most, however, was the fact that Halloween in Britain may have been supressed by the reformation, as it was considered a Catholic tradition. Plus, marking Guy Fawkes' thwarted attempt to blow up parliament with Bonfire Night could have usurped Halloween celebrations, since November 5th is so close to October 31.

Today the practice of celebrating Halloween in the U.K. has grown. There are always parties the Saturday night closest to the holiday. But as far as I know, it is nothing like the way it is celebrated in America (and Ireland!). And, dressing up is strictly limited to 'scary' costumes, such as witches, devils and the like. I have a personal theory about this. In the U.K. dressing up is a big thing. There are many 'fancy dress' parties, with themes (remember Bridget Jones and the vicars and tarts party?). In the U.S. Halloween is it -- the one day you get to cast off your identity and assume another. So all types of costumes are acceptable, the more creative the better.

But however you celebrate, in whatever country you celebrate, have a Happy Halloween!

(I leave you with an a photo of your average restaurant in Ireland last week.)


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A Normal Body?

Perhaps I finally understand why it is that most people with niggly aches and pains take so long to get to a physio (physical therapist).

I don't 'need' to see my physio any longer, but I do schedule in a review every three months or so. After spending years battling pain and doing countless exercises it's worth it to me to check in and make sure everything is at is should be. If anything does flare up, I want to nip it in the bud. (If you're new to this blog or are not familiar with my back story, you can read The Whole Story or About This Blog.)

Last time I saw Super Physio she pronounced that I now had a 'normal' body. Normal bodies sometimes get sore when you overdo it and can suffer from minor aches and pains.

At the moment I am dealing with two niggly residual problems: my right hip still has the tiniest bit of residual stiffness and my right hand as well (yes, hands can actually have tight muscles). Although these are minor issues compared with what I once faced, I find it difficult to actually do the last bit of physio to actually resolve them. It's much easier to just pop a few ibuprofen and perform a few perfunctory stretches and carry on with more interesting exercise like yoga and swimming (and yes, these are far more interesting exercise activities.)

So I do see why people are loathe to go see a physio for a small ache or pain -- it can seem like far too much effort.

But I know better. Small aches and pains turn into bigger ones and I am only setting myself back by ignoring when my body is telling me something's not quite right.

There's also some added questions at the moment, which include figuring out how often I should be doing my maintenance physio exercises and what type of more regular exercise is best for my body type. Sitting at a desk everyday and typing on my laptop in the evenings, not to mention blogging on my phone (as I am doing now!) mean I may need to strech out my body more than someone with a less sedentary job. And with a pesky hypermobile, or flexible, body (see my post What I Wish I Knew Then for some info on body types), I have to be careful about the exercise I do. Although I love Bikram yoga, I am starting to wonder if more than once a week may be more harmful than helpful to me specifically.

Don't get me wrong - I am not complaining - to even be able to worry about these questions is such a blessing. Years ago I used to take anti-inflammatories every four hours just to cope with the pain of working every day.

My quality of life has improved drastically -- as I write this I stand in an airport queue without the fear of what a flight and the subsequent driving holiday will do to my neck and shoulders.

So if you do have a niggly pain somewhere do get it sorted out, while it's still just a niggly one.

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Refrigerators And Shower Curtains

Who needs an American-style fridge when you have a perfectly good spare shower curtain?

I'm not sure if it will ever happen, but someday, in this country or the next I'd love to have a big American-style fridge. I'm pretty lucky as the Hub "allowed" me to buy an extra refrigerator in addition to the dorm-style fridge that came along with our flat. We also have an extra dorm-style freezer, so I probably have the same amount of space as an American fridge/freezer, but in three separate units. I do alright.

So what does this have to do with shower curtains?

Silly question. A few summers ago I made an amazing discovery. If you are planning to go to a concert in Hyde Park -- the kind where you bring a picnic and sit on the ground -- if it has rained recently and the ground is dewy fresh, it is very effective to buy a cheap shower curtain to put under your blanket to keep the seat dry. It really does the trick.

But the other day when I decided that we needed to defrost our freezer, since we live in a country where these things still happen, I found another very effective use of the shower curtain. When you need to go to work and there are still chunks of ice waiting to melt, and pretty much every towel you own is soaking wet, it protects the faux wood floor ever so well.

I can't remember how much this shower curtain cost me, but I'm pretty sure it wasn't over 10 pounds -- it really was money well spent.

Perhaps some day I will have my dream of an American-style fridge (would asking for an ice maker appear greedy?), but until then, at least I have my spare shower curtain.

P.S. If you're wondering why I'm writing about the expat life on this blog and not the new expat blog, it's because I've done a total about face and decided to go back to being a one-blog girl. I may explain myself more in a separate post, or not, but all you need to know for now is this blog is all you need to know about.

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