by Rain Trueax
Samhain is the day when the 'other' side is closer to human life than usual, where some put up altars to their relatives who have departed because they feel the veil is most easily pierced. It's not surprising why costumes like ghosts or witches have been popular for the parties or trick-or-treating.
In my books, I've sometimes used these celebrations. Samhain is in one of my Oregon historicals, [Love Waits], and I plan it will be (with more of its spiritual meaning) in the work in progress.
In the historical, it was for fun and showed the family's growing strength where marriages happened and children began to grow up. Jed (hero from Going Home) wanted to share with his Oregon family the Scottish and Southern traditions with which he'd grown up.
Here's a bit from the fourth in the Oregon series-- a teaser for the family as well as readers for what might be coming.
from Love Waits:
Belle headed back down the hall and
looked in on Rand before she went to the
children’s rooms. The girls were already whispering and so she opened the door
without knocking. Jessica seemed enamored of whatever Laura was telling her.
She looked up at Belle. “Samhain,” she said. “That’s what it is next week. Did
you know that?”
“No, I did not. What does it mean?”
“It’s when we play games and bob
for apples, and something Uncle Jed called Puicini. It’s kind of fortune
telling. Do you think that’s bad?”
Belle smiled. “Not at all. How do
you play it?”
“You are blindfolded and then there
are four saucers in front of you. They are moved around. The one you choose is
what your next year will be full of.”
“And the saucers are each?
“Earth, water, beans, and money. I
guess we all want money as not sure what the others would mean.” Laura grinned.
“Uncle Jed said they do this from where he came. It’s a nighttime game. He said
sometimes even with fireworks. I haven’t yet gotten to do it but they said we
will tomorrow night.”
“It sounds like great fun
especially the bobbing for apples.”
“It might be pagan.” Laura’s face
took on a worried expression.
“It doesn’t sound like that,” Belle
said as she helped Jessica out of her nightgown and into a dress. “It sounds
like it is nature oriented. Working the earth and it yielding all you wanted, would
be like a garden. The water would be maybe a trip.” She smiled as she
considered other options. “Or enough rain to keep the land good. “Beans would
be food, and of course, we know what money is, don’t we.”
“He said they sometimes decorate
for it too. It’s also about the ones who... went before us. Kind of, I think.”
“Then even better.”
“Except, he said sometimes there
are ghost stories,” Laura said. “That might be scary.”
Laura looked at Belle for help.
“Well ghost stories are just for
fun. They are supposed to scare us but in a way that we know it’s not real. So you
get tingles up your spine.” She reached over and tickled up Elizabeth’s back. “And they can be about
mysteries where nobody knows what really happened, and they tell stories to try
and figure it out. Does your Uncle Jed have some ghost stories that he shares?”
she asked trying to turn this back to Laura. She hoped she had said nothing to
interfere with what Amy had been teaching.
“Uncle Jed said he would tell us
one. One he had been told when he was a little boy. It has to be in the dark
though. He said anyone could tell a ghost
story if they wanted. Do you know
any?”
Belle smiled remembering how she
had admired her older sisters and wanted them to show interest in her. Now she
had a niece. She had not thought how important a responsibility that was.
“Well, if I think of one, I’ll
definitely share it.”
Laura, Elizabeth and Jessica smiled
broadly.
“And I forgot,” Belle said, “head
to the kitchen. Breakfast is ready.”
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