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My passion for Halloween goes back to my childhood. My siblings and I turned the basement into a spook run for the church kids. Peeled grapes in bowls served as eyes, cooked spaghetti were guts and blankets hung on the line created the maze to walk through. As cheesy as it looked with most of the effects left up to pure imagination, we thought it was really cool. As an adult, I’m playing my childish passion out in detail only this time one can see the effects and don’t have to depend on their imagination.
After living in Germany for 18 years and not celebrating Halloween, I finally decided to share these traditions with my German friends and threw a party in 2004. I was amazed at how they joined right in and together we have so much ghoulish fun. Even my husband, Manfred has been bit by the Halloween bug. He makes the best Frankenstein I’ve seen and really gets into the role. Even though he confuses Frankenstein with the Hunchback of Notre Dame and walks bent over, luckily most of the Germans don’t know the difference. A monster is a monster to them and he makes a good one.
Now that I share this spooky day with my friends in this country, it eases my homesickness on Halloween night and takes me to a place far, far away out of my reach, into my childhood fantasies in a time when both parents were still living and the world seemed a great place to be.
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