Happy Halloween & Feliz Dia De Los Muertos 2012!

Skeletoricus Romanicus Minimus

Halloween ranks high on my list of holidays for many reasons, high among them the candy and the ridiculously cute costumes I get to put Roman in, but also high on the list is the fact that Halloween in its modern-day American incarnation is an amalgamation of so many interesting and diverse cultural traditions, culminating in the right to walk from house to house in funny / scary costumes unabashedly asking for treats while threatening tricks.  When else are friendly threats of mischief nationally sanctioned?!  I love it.  My husband loves it.  And now that he really gets it, my candy-monster-son loves it (went to the dentist a couple of days ago, btw, and no cavities - which seriously soothed my conscience :)).

Being back in the Southwest this year, I feel like I can finally embrace the Mexican side of Halloween: Dia de Los Muertos.  It's not really something we ever celebrated as such in my family; for example, we never made altars and left offerings to the dead, hung out having a picnic on the graves of loved ones at the cemetery, and we certainly never worshiped Santa Muerte.  

Midge Calavera courtesy of Roman's artistic skills and Wal-Mart.

But one of the memories I do have of my brief childhood in Mexico is that of getting little sugar calaveras (skulls), hand-decorated in bright colored icing for the celebration.  I used to love nibbling on the pure sugar, breaking the little head apart in a silly but kind of macabre tradition.

The papier-mâché mask in all its glory.

These days, Calaveras have become a kind of hipster-chic symbol of Halloween / Dia de Los Muertos and Mexican culture in general. They have even started popping up as year-round decoration in places as unexpected as El Rayo Taqueria (a beloved, delicious and authentic but very, very non-hispanic taqueria in Portland, Maine).  But no matter how mainstream or unrelated to Dia de Los Muertos they become, I still see them as a small piece of my heritage, and a great opportunity to teach my son about one half of his.  Oh, and did I mention that they are also a fantastic excuse to create a gigantic papier-mâché skull-head as the crowning glory of my son's Halloween costume this year?  Well, they are. :) Several plaster explosions later, my kitchen is a disaster but my son has the coolest skeleton mask around!

I was also determined to buy a couple of sugar calaveras for Roman this year.  After uselessly cruising around all the various Mexican grocery stores in our area without any luck, I finally broke down and took Roman down to Santa Fe Drive - a slightly seedy area of downtown Denver full of fabulously crazy art galleries and artists.  We entered the gallery for the Chicano Humanities & Arts Council to find a room full of art portraying that very unique blend of Mexican / American / Chicano kitsch, beauty and culture.  The current exhibit focused, of course, on Dia de Los Muertos and Roman enjoyed perusing the many scary and colorful skeleton faces.  We also found out we'd missed the calavera decorating workshop by a week (dammit!) but we were able to buy two plain sugar skulls to decorate ourselves.  Whether that will happen is still very much in the air, given that we've already carved two pumpkins, painted another, and put together a pretty impressive Halloween set up on our porch (given that we've only had ~2 years to hoard decorations.


Which brings me to something else I'm really enjoying this year about Halloween on the

Our window display

American side of Halloween culture: the unofficial Halloween house decorating contest going on in our neighborhood.  If these people are this hardcore about Halloween, I kind of cannot wait until Christmas.  I'm hoping Matt will be shamed into putting lights up this year - he totally got roped into the Halloween madness and started complaining that I hadn't acquired enough tombstones and zombie/skeleton/mummy effigies to hang from the flower hooks on our porch. :)  There are definitely some cutesy houses with sweet happy pumpkins and funny ghosts, but for the most part everyone on our block went for the evil-more-gory-than-necessary Halloween, which I can dig after years of being stuck in places like London and Abu Dhabi where you're lucky if someone puts out a pumpkin at all.

Get crazy!

 So, all in all, Halloween year number three for Roman has been a success - if it weren't for the Catholic Church.  My current annoyance revolves around the fact that on Halloween Roman has to dress up as a Saint for school.  Seriously?  His real costume rocks.  Why can't he show up as a skeleton? Or batman?  Or the Pharaoh (is that sacrilegious?!)?!

 I don't particularly relish the idea of dressing Roman as someone who was a) flayed alive b) suffered from the stigmata c) was torn apart limb by limb - though I do admit the appeal of having him carry a head around on a platter a la St. John the Baptists (somehow I suspect that get-up wouldn't last an entire school day).  In the end, ignoring all the fantastic suggestions from my friends on facebook, we decided to go with St. Lawrence (I caught Matt changing "Sanctus Laurentius sum" to Roman this morning).  Yes, he was  technically grilled to death but he's the patron saint of chefs (because he was grilled to death...shocking!) and Matt found a harmless enough picture of him online which happened to match some clothes we hadd, so we decided - well, he is St. Lawrence the Roman, which works well for Roman Lawrence. :)

Pharaoh? Mummy? Or heretic?

As soon as he gets home, though, we're jumping out of the white toga and into the fantasmagoric bag of bones that will be Skeletoricus Romanicus Minimus. :)

    

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Happy Halloween Y'all!

Mine, Matt's & Midge :)