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Sunday, October 30, 2022

Halloween and Origins of Its Monsters



Halloween and Origins of Its Monsters



All Hallows' Eve, a holiday that falls on October 31 that in
many cultures is celebrated to pay homage to the dead, and is observed on the
night before All Saints' Day when Christians, particularly Catholics pay homage
to the martyrs and saint of the faith. However, over time as All Hallows's Eve
evolved with a more anti-Christian and sinister significant, to include
monstrous dead and evil witches, the holiday day of Halloween was born to
counter the anti-Christian effectiveness, in which marketing knowingly or
unknowingly help to do so. The result being that over the centuries, Halloween has
become an acceptable night of fun for all who wish to celebrate it.



However, what of the origins of these fiends that supposedly
stalk the night freely and unopposed on Halloween? Where do they fit into our
modern culture, where we like to believe ourselves free of the ancient
superstitions and folklores? If so, why do they still persist today?



True, some superstitions and folklores are based on the
unexplained, allegory tales, and even grotesque true stories.



In an article written by Tina Donvito entitled, “The
Origins of the 15 Spookiest Halloween Monsters
”, she gives us some insight
into why we still celebrate Halloween, its creatures of the darkness and the
grave.

 Bonus: Having posted the above, I want to share
a story poem I wrote as part of a poetry assignment when I was at the
university. The poem is entitled, “The Faithful”.  I decided to post it because of a recently
purchased (pictured below) Halloween
decoration
reminds me of it. The poem fits into our notions of the Halloween's grotesque. I hope
you enjoy it. 


 

The Faithful 

As I walked along the river bank,



One lonely autumn day,



I was taken by surprise,



As I stood and watched my lover rise. 



A rotten thing from the sandy clay.  

 





I told myself, This should not be. 



For at the trial, way back in May,



My brothers were sworn in to say,



After my disgrace, he had ran away. 



 



Well, like the morning glories, he thrust my way,



My lover had gathered much decay.



And like the bullet peeping from his ghastly brow,



His putrid cologne did not force me to back
away. 



 



The sight of this peaceful specter



Who, in life, dared to love me,



Did not make me feel any less gay.



And, despite all of his apparent afflictions,



 



He somehow managed to say,



“Dear lady, after all this, you still love me,



As true as yesterday,



So I have returned once more,



To take you away.”



 



After he had finished this,



I knew within myself



That he had only spoken



What I had desired for him to say.



 



Evelyn Frances Altheimer-Fain

 





Happy Halloween!