Halloween Special: Author Sean Cummings On Orange and Black Day

20885148_10158990703750198_1631887498_nNotwithstanding he fact that Halloween seems to be a dying event in North America (many schools don’t do the Halloween thing – they have “Orange and Black Day” now) there’s still something special about October 31st. It might be due to the fact that nights are much longer by then, there’s a hint of frost hanging in the air (unless you live where I do when Halloween often involves shoveling snow) and the very real prospect of … something cool happening.

See, I think that’s the enduring allure of Halloween night. For children in the few places left where trick or treating happens, it’s the cool aspect of dressing up hitting the streets and seeing all the other kids who’ve done the same. Free candy is a bonus. For adults, it’s a chance to see the excitement on the faces of your children or grandchildren and for me personally, playing a joke on a boy or girl who rings my doorbell. (Teenagers beware – show up at my house and I will ask you to sing an Iron Maiden tune – you have to work for your freebie.)images
Halloween has its roots as a pagan event and I think I grew up during a period when Halloween was at its zenith. It was the 1970’s – I asked my 80 year old mum last week how many kids would come to the door – she said it was always in the hundreds. And that’s probably consistent with my memory – I do recall the streets surrounding my house literally teeming with kids dressed up in home made costumes. My sister Anna, she’s a year older than me, she was a trick or treating machine and could easily be counted on to be shelling out for about five hours. I lasted maybe an hour and a half – I wanted to dig into my junk food.
Full disclosure – I never once got a cavity from Halloween. Not once. It might have been that a good percentage of my haul was home made stuff – caramel corn and candy apples. The pizza joint up on Kathleen Street always gave out a wedge of pizza – God only knows how much free pizza they’d hand out each year. It had to be a massive amount because there was always a line up outside the door.GRIMLEY TRICK OR TREATERS I
And now, in 2013, few kids trick or treat anymore. Last year I had about 15 kids come to my door. That’s it. Not sure if that’s because everyone believes their neighbor might be Hannibal Lecter or if it’s the nature of over protective parents nowadays. And part of me pines away for the freedom associated with “Something Cool Happening”. When kids could go door to door dressed as a bum or a princess or a ghost or a gypsy – the sheer joy of those few hours of utter freedom on a chilly autumn night when anything can happen, and often did.
Happy Orange and Black Day!
Connect With Sean: http://sean-cummings.ca/

Check Out Sean Cummings’ Debut Novel: BO5UpkZCAAAgATB-197x300

I’ve decided that my entire existence is somewhere between a freak show and a 3D movie with explosions, the living dead and the very real prospect of my getting killed. Still, I’ve got a boyfriend who thinks the sun rises and sets on me so that has to account for something. My life is pretty good right now but that can change in a heartbeat. After what happened to Mom, every day is an “anything can happen” day…”

Whoever said being a teenage witch would be easy? For fifteen-year-old Julie Richardson and the city’s resident protector from supernatural evil, the Left Hand Path doesn’t give a damn if you’ve found true love for the first time in your life. There’s someone lurking the halls of Crescent Ridge High School with enough malice to unleash an epidemic of Soul Worms – supernatural larvae that feed on the very fabric of a victim’s humanity. After witnessing the death of one of the most popular kids at school, Julie and über genius boyfriend Marcus find themselves in a race against time to find out who is behind the attacks. All the evidence points to a horrifying plot at the City Weir during the Winter Solstice;  the place where icy waters of the Bow River and a thunderous spillway will mean the deaths of more than a hundred of Julie’s classmates.

If she has any hope of saving their lives, she’ll need a little help from a coven of white witches and an Aboriginal mage whose snarky attitude is matched only by her magical prowess.

About Maison Moonchild

A Canadian gal that firmly believes words can change the world. An avid reader, writer and Halloween enthusiast. She has a special interest in communications and writes for pleasure and profession. She moonlights as a metaphysical maven with a knack for creating magical crystal jewelry and holiday accessories.
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