Woman, sixty, and still trying to get it right. Stumbling the path toward the Divine. Discussing things like grandparenting, Waldorf education, child development, nature, human awareness, empty-nesting, breast cancer, and knitting luscious things once in awhile.
This past Sunday the family spent the afternoon at the cemetery celebrating Dia de los Muertos. We started at my parent's graves which are at the Veteran's Cemetery. The plan was created by SIL Isaac (Shannon's husband) from his Mexican traditions. He was born and raised in Guanajuato, Guanajuato, where Shannon met him while she attended a language school there. We decorated their graves with marigolds, candles, incense, photos and their favorite foods. I brought a pie, son Zak brought my dad's favorites: Goobers! Peanut butter and jelly on soda crackers.We played Johny Cash and Frank Sinatra. We chatted and told favorite stories about our time with them.
When we ALL were little, me and my children, my dad, "Papa", used to lie on the living room floor on his pallet (and old red and white quilt his mother, my Granny, made) with a bowl swirled with peanut butter and jelly, a butter knife, and a sleeve of soda crackers...and he'd make his own version of "goobers", not the ones you can now get in a jar! I love that my kids remember this in a special place in their hearts too.
One of the food memories my mom loved, was to wrap potatoes in foil and roast them in the fireplace on cold nights. We'd enjoy them as dessert after bathtime. I clearly remeber sitting in front of the fire, hot on my face, as I watched the tinfoil shine and blacken. And my dog, my big old collie dog, Glamus, laid by me.
But then wandered up to a wonderful celebration put on by a local organization in the old cemetery behind. Artist created shrines, musicians played, and there was a wonderful (free) feast for any and all.
I remembered my Busha on this wall...
I particularly loved these butterfly lanterns that spoke of love. Here is where I sent my love to my parents in a quiet moment while everyone hiked up the cemetery hill...
And then I looked at my phone to check the time, and it was that very spiritual number...which was also my dad's birthday 1/11/1924. I had to take a screenshot.
After we wandered the cemetery with those we loved/love so dearly, we chatted and ate, kids played, and then we talked about them and loved them some more!
It was a wild night of beauties to beasties! We had a very fun family party. Son Zak and his Fatima hosted a burger barbecue before trick or treating. I brought a salad, Brooke roasted veggies and Camille made a "graveyard pudding". Everyone was busy helping one another with make-up inside. The burgers and corn roasting outside. The weather warm (ugh, of course I wished it were otherwise! I mean, it's Halloween for goodness sake) But the night was cool----ish.
Brooke and Shannon were skeletons. Shannon Dia de los Muertos and Brooke just, um, a regular old skeleton. Fatima painted Shannon's face....
Oh and Brooke did Satchel's face! Oh. My. Goodness. This beautiful boy was transformed into something only a grandmother could still love.
Right??? But then we had our bucket full of sweetness and beauty too. A goddess. A bat. Cleopatra. Anyone watch Game of Thrones? Camille and Collin were Khaleesi and one of her dragons. Camille made her costume and it was fantastic!(Um, fantastic on her cute long, lanky body. Had I worn it I would have been some version of The Goddess of Willendorf. Ha!) Oh yeah, and then there was "Grampy Mophead". My ex. HAHAHAHAHA!
We trick-or-treated in the most incredible neighborhood! The houses there went above and beyond to make a magical experience. There was the Pirates of the Caribbean walk-through. The Zombie House. One driveway was completely set up like a 1970's living room, carpet, sofa, tables, chairs, lamps, even a working floor model TV! And who lived there? A creepy witch/zombie/monster family. Interacting and handing out candy. One older man, dressed like a circus Ringmaster, had a working, old fashioned popcorn cart set up in his driveway handing out fresh bags of popcorn. This neighborhood was a treasure to find and deserves a reward!
We had a wonderful night full of laughter and good cheer! Somehow, our family just always gets to that place. And for that I am eternally grateful...