Halloween is Coming…Beware!
Posted on October 18, 2016 by Kimberly Roblin in From the Archives
Young Girls. HM Wantland, circa 1905, Stillwater. 2000.005.5.49. Robert C. Cunningham Collection, Dickinson Research Center, National Cowboy & Western Heritage Museum.
Full disclosure—I live for October. A few precious weeks of mild weather (in theory), scarves worn by choice not bone-chilling necessity, lightweight sweaters, festivals, football, and chili. It’s the anchor of autumn, the warm fuzzy, comfort-food equivalent of seasons; but it’s not all pumpkin spice and caramel apples. An ancient holiday casts a long and dark shadow.
The signs first appear in late September as retail and residential worlds are possessed by the Orange & Black. Merchandise materializes on supermarket shelves drained of their everyday items. Candy of all kinds and quantity. High-end Ghiradelli. Snickers. Kit-Kats. Humble Tootsie Rolls. Even Peeps, no longer an Easter exclusive. All packaged to themed perfection. There are cookies, cake mixes, tea towels, aprons, pajamas, decorations, movies, and more. Across town, pop-up costume and novelty shops haunt strip-malls. Jack-o-lanterns lurk on neighborhood porches. Tidy homes descend into cobwebs and fabricated negligence. Horror movies stalk the television. There can be no mistake. Whether you love it (like me) or hate it—Halloween is coming.
Aiming for the perfect combination of fun and fright, we customize it according to our personal fear factors. Some go hard-gore and terrifying. The darker and more sinister the better, but not me. I’m old-school—Bing Crosby in The Legend of Sleepy Hollow, Dracula, black cats, witches, and a rock-torn cobble church. I appreciate the subtlety of Halloween, its ability to transform the mundane into the mysterious. Everything is a bit creepier, a bit eerier. Take the following photographs from the Dickinson Research Center. They’re not send-you-screaming scary, just slightly spooky and unnerving. Cue the ominous music, turn down the lights, and let the spirits move you. Happy Halloween!
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|Remember The Sixth Sense?…I see dead animals. Everywhere. Forty-four to be precise. No disrespect to pioneering naturalist and taxidermist, Martha Maxwell.|
|This photo makes neither me nor my feet glad. And for the record, the feet don’t look glad either. They look manic.|
|“Come and play with us, Danny.” If this quote doesn’t conjure Jack Nicholson and “red rum” then you need to see The Shining.|
|Lean closer. A little closer. I’m not sure what is atop the carnival wagon. A giant baby? A bat boy? Either way it’s disturbing.|
|A double exposure created this ghostly image of a spectral bicycle ride.|
|It’s small. It’s a clown. And it’s terrifying. Presumably the old-fashioned way of tempting children to smile though I’d wager it produced far more tears.|
|The china dolls in the front row alone are enough to make the cut. But look closely. In what might be the all-time creepiest version of “Where’s Waldo,” can you spot the item that appears in both this photo and the one above? Hint: it’s small and it’s terrifying.|
|In rodeo, every day is Halloween. The Grim Reaper. Tomb Stone. Frankenstein. Black Widow. Widow Maker. Gray Ghost. Dark Demon. Bulls and broncs have names worthy of their reputations. Some cowboys even played their odds against the cloven hooves and horns of Satan. No souls at stake, just pride and well-being.|