Above: "The Halloween Tree"--A 1960 painting by Ray Bradbury.Today is the first day of the Halloween month, and I'm participating in the Countdown to Halloween for the third year in a row (out of four). You can see a list of all the participating blogs by clicking on the Countdown to Halloween mini-banner in the right hand column.
Below is an article titled "
The Birth of the Boos: Everything You Need to Know About Halloween Ghosts and Goblins"
that was written by Ray Bradbury for TV GUIDE magazine; it ran in the Oct. 23-29, 1993 issue.
The transcription of that article was done by my late friend Linda Miller,
and originally appeared at the Yahoo online group, the Universal Monster Army. Today would have been Linda's 49th birthday;
as she was a long-time correspondent with Bradbury, I know she'd want me to start this "haunted advent" with his words.___________________________________________________________________
Name the greatest holiday of each and every year. Fourth of July? No. Christmas? Chanukah? Forget it. Easter? No way. Better than all these, let's hear it for . . . Halloween!
Before you explode, let me speak my piece. We live with two mysteries: life itself, and death. And we have yet to solve the two. Meanwhile we exist in puzzlement, unable to explain our yearning for All Hallows Eve.
You might well say that All Hallows Eve is a fast read of our future nonexistence----tasting darkness, but thrilled by the encounter because we are alive to savor it. It is somewhat similar to leaving the dentist's after a tooth pull and being unable to keep our tongue out of the deep pit from which it vanished. We taste blood, and a small bit of our mortality.
All the more fascinating when you consider the Gothic holiday grows louder, bigger and more profitable each year. More shops decorate in orange and black long before summer's end. More pumpkins are cut, and more costumed parties mob forth without anyone guessing what in blazes the madness is all about.
Run back with me to the day after Halloween, 1966. While sharing drinks with Chuck Jones, creator of the Road Runner and Wile E. Coyote, he describes an amazing encounter from the night before. "Some kids rang my bell," Chuck said, "and when I opened the door they cried, 'Trick or Treat!' I yelled back, 'Trick!' which stunned and surprised them. So one little boy ran out on the lawn and stood on his head! In the old days, if I hadn't handed out treats, they would've soaped my windows or firecrackered my mailbox. I stared at all these kids, dressed up as witches, mummies, and ghosts, and asked them why they dress that way. No one knew! They had no roots in the past!"
I countered with my own tale. "Every Halloween for years," I said, "I go to visit my father's grave. Friends protest, 'Don't you have any respect for the dead?' To which I reply, 'That's what
Halloween is, but we have forgotten."
"Shucks, said Chuck, "why don't we make a cartoon to teach people why they wear bones and sneeze mummy dust."
We did. I wrote the novella "The Halloween Tree," which Hanna-
Barbera has now produced as a 90-minute animated film. You may see it for the first time this season.
Along the way, I was reminded that although we celebrate it, we do not know Halloween well. We had forgotten the history of trick-or-treat, which began with the Greeks and Romans, who put food on their porches at twilight to keep ghostly visitors well-fed so they would
not come indoors.
We had forgotten that there were witches. What did they do? They were wise, is all. The word "witch" simply means wits, or wisdom.
Some wise men and women, of course, let others imagine they could conjure ghosts, revive dead cats, and dance with treetop bats.
Our holiday is an amalgam of celebrations from a dozen countries and customs, plus what we have learned from movies and TV. In 1939, one theater ran "Dracula" and "Frankenstein" all day and all night for a year. Lines circled around the block at 3 in the morning, breakfast and high noon.
But it was 1963 before the finest goose-pimpler appreared: Robert Wise's "The Haunting", in which nothing happens but everything does. A chilling exercise in light, shadow, and music with no blood, skeletons, or plastic guts; it is probably the most terrifying film of the century. Terror, thy name is subtlety.
Among other fine All Hallows films that I would suggest you rent this season: "The Cat People," "The Leopard Man", "Isle of the Dead", and "The Body Snatcher". Do these titles sound cheap and sensational? Believe me, they are black-cat shadows, buried whispers, and things unseen behind doors---no bludgeons, razors, or battle-axed hearts. "The Mummy", starring Boris Karloff--which you must rent--is fine because you only see a single strand of his unraveled tomb-wrapping trailing in the dust. It is a love story that will exist long after we have settled on the moon and gone to Mars.
In 1680 in Salisbury, Mass., my ancestor, Mary Bradbury, was tried as a witch. She was accused of appearing by night as a wild boar, spitting blue flames, and wrecking ships at sea. She hid out
with friends until the Trials ceased. This, then, has been written by her nine-times-great-grandson in the fine autumn of a better year.
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Ray Bradbury's classic story The Halloween Tree, excellently dramatized by the Colonial Radio Theater, can be purchased for download at Audible here.
Learn how to make your own quick Halloween Tree at this DIY blog.
Notice the Texas Chainsaw Massacre-inspired sign in the back.
