Two Halloweens in a row, we were joined by a great cat named Panda.
As we gathered on the porch to wait for Trick-or-Treaters, Panda walked right up to join in the fun. At one point, he snagged an entire mini doughnut off someone’s plate and ate it like a pig. What a great cat.
Sadly though, Panda and his family moved away last year. I hope wherever he is, he will have a wonderful Halloween!
A Saturday October morning started with a trip to Old Salem with my mom and sister. It was finally cold out after being close to 90 degrees for months.
We wandered around the farmer’s market, and in the little shops. On the ground I saw some weird mushroom type things, and this little painted rock with a pumpkin on it.
We went back to my Mom’s house where we talked about Halloween plans and costumes. Eventually our plans led us here.
Halloween shops always pop up mysteriously, in the shell of a recently abandoned store. Never in the same place, each year it’s always a game to figure out where they will appear.
I started planning my costume, which is my favorite character from my favorite band, Ghost. So next was a trip to Goodwill and then the fabric store to get supplies, with lunch at a Greek restaurant in between shopping.
The costume I decided to create in two weeks!
After realizing I would probably never find a jacket at goodwill that looked similar enough, I decided to attempt to make my own, with the help of my sister who is a great seamstress. We drank Chai tea as cats ran around while we worked.
It was a great Spooky Saturday!
The purpose of the Michigan trip last year was to visit family members. Live and Dead.
My entire family on both sides is from Detroit Michigan. Almost all of them came straight to Detroit when they entered the country, and never left. There are so many of my relatives and ancestors that I never got to meet, so I at least wanted to visit their final resting place. Since I live so far away from my home land, I’ve never really gotten to visit the grave sites of my relatives.
A strange coincidence is that after I chose what hotel to stay in, I realized it was right in between the two main cemeteries which both sides of my family are buried in.. In fact, both cemeteries were in walking distance of the hotel!
The first cemetery we visited was in Southfield. A very small plot of land with an entrance that you might almost miss. Except for the sign, which among other things mentions a distant cousin of mine who was a test pilot that died in a plane crash over the ocean.
Me and my sisters with our great great great grandparents from England.
I found out I had a great aunt with the same name. I wonder what she was like.
Halloween has always been a theme on this side of the family. A great grandmother was born on Halloween and that was her middle name. Her daughter, my grandmother got married on Halloween. And my Dad’s favorite holiday was definitely Halloween.
I’ve always liked exploring cemeteries, but it was definitely special exploring a cemetery that was home to some of my relatives.
**Part of my collection of poor pictures that have been stuck in my drafts for a year or more as a result of my uninspired period**
It’s always fun to wander around Old Salem, but it just seems to become the most exciting in the fall.
As the cool days just start to turn into icy cold nights, and the leaves have turned colors and are beginning to fall from the trees.
I find a way to love all of the seasons, but this one is always my favorite.
A frigid late November night in Detroit Michigan. We rode the People Mover
around and around, taking in the city sights as the sun set.
Hungry for food, we stepped off the train car at the Greektown exit and headed toward the faint glow of pink and blue.
Bright neon lights in the cold winter night, led us down the winding concrete stairs to the loud festive streets of Greektown.
The lights illuminated the walkway, some flickered and gave off a low hum of electricity. It felt a little like being in an alternate universe.
Another corner of Detroit, overflowing with character.
We sat in a Greek restaurant, devouring delicious food and reminiscing on the fun we had that day, wandering our homeland.