Pumpkin Carving, 2011 retrospective

Each year my mother and I carve pumpkins for Halloween. I’m not certain how this got started, but it’s quite the affair now. We get patterns, pumpkins, tools, and far too much ambition for our own good. Then we get to it and it always takes longer and is more difficult than we imagine it will be. However, there is always wine and laughter so it’s good. These are last year’s pumpkins (we coerced dad into doing one as well) – note that a couple of them have the backs carved as well so they cast shadows to enhance the image. I will post the full story of the 2012 pumpkins soon…

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October happened!

It’s October (okay, it has been for a few days, yes, I know) and the temperatures are dipping low at night so it officially feels like autumn. This is the signal to get out the bins full of orange things!

Most of the orange things…

We have 8 jack o’lanterns for the windows across the front of the house, pumpkin candle holders, interesting frog witches… And so I made my moments.

 

And then, finally, I added the last decoration to General Principle. He took it stoically, as he does everything.

This is phenomenal. Such a fantastic role model. I can’t thank Emily L. Hauser enough for sharing this or I might never have seen it.

emilylhauser's avatarEmily L. Hauser - In My Head

This post is lifted entirely from BuzzFeed, which lifted it from this translation of the original German:

My five year old son likes to wear dresses. In Berlin Kreuzberg that alone would be enough to get into conversation with other parents. Is it wise or ridiculous? “Neither one nor the other!“ I still want to shout back at them. But sadly they can’t hear me any more. Because by now I live in a small town in South Germany. Not even a hundred thousand inhabitants, very traditional, very religious. Plainly motherland. Here the partiality of my son are not only a subject for parents, they are a town wide issue. And I did my bit for that to happen…

I didn’t want to talk my son into not wearing dresses and skirts. He didn’t make friends in doing that in Berlin already and after a lot of contemplation…

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