Pumpkin Carving 2018
Carve a pumpkin or two in the company of others; enjoy a snack or punch;
get in the Halloween mood.
Press from 2018
An unsettling quiet comes over the people working at the North Hall. Hands clasped nervously in front of us, we patrol the building searching with a critical eye everything see-able.
For hours, we have been unshipping items from cartons, untangling hanging cords and smoothing artwork. More curiously, our tables have been covered with black plastic securely taped on. A large punchbowl has been filled with a semi-gory looking fluid and eyeballs bob about in it. (Blue eyes…not likely from four-legged animals.) There are plates of worms, bowls of popcorn that looks normal…a life sized witch sails above the tables on her broom, chasing the tiny ghosts around the windows and black cats with fur erect stand staring at things unseen.
Suddenly, the quiet is broken; shattered by the arrival of children and adults wielding pumpkins and knives! This was our cue to load the ovens with pizzas and feed popcorn in bags to them as they work, and thus fortified, they carved the most frightening of faces into innocent vegetables. Actually, I noticed most of the adults also helped to eviscerate and shared in the pumpkin’s mutilations. I marveled at the ingenuity and talent shown by the carvers. Some of the pumpkins had ears poked into the sides, most had crooked fearsome grins and some were simply intricate and original patterns, but finally, all were lit with candles inside and displayed on a bench outside the doors for pictures and for us to marvel at.
The big dry maple leaves in the backyard of the Hall had been carefully raked into piles for the children to play in, and they tossed and scattered them about using plastic lids as scoops and shields. It was like a storm of giant corn flakes as I looked out the window to see children running waist-deep in flying crunchy leaves.
As they were finishing the carving, we fed them candy and pumpkin pies, sugar to go home on, and then we proceeded to put away the denizens, back into boxes to fly again next year. And we relaxed finally.
get in the Halloween mood.
Press from 2018
An unsettling quiet comes over the people working at the North Hall. Hands clasped nervously in front of us, we patrol the building searching with a critical eye everything see-able.
For hours, we have been unshipping items from cartons, untangling hanging cords and smoothing artwork. More curiously, our tables have been covered with black plastic securely taped on. A large punchbowl has been filled with a semi-gory looking fluid and eyeballs bob about in it. (Blue eyes…not likely from four-legged animals.) There are plates of worms, bowls of popcorn that looks normal…a life sized witch sails above the tables on her broom, chasing the tiny ghosts around the windows and black cats with fur erect stand staring at things unseen.
Suddenly, the quiet is broken; shattered by the arrival of children and adults wielding pumpkins and knives! This was our cue to load the ovens with pizzas and feed popcorn in bags to them as they work, and thus fortified, they carved the most frightening of faces into innocent vegetables. Actually, I noticed most of the adults also helped to eviscerate and shared in the pumpkin’s mutilations. I marveled at the ingenuity and talent shown by the carvers. Some of the pumpkins had ears poked into the sides, most had crooked fearsome grins and some were simply intricate and original patterns, but finally, all were lit with candles inside and displayed on a bench outside the doors for pictures and for us to marvel at.
The big dry maple leaves in the backyard of the Hall had been carefully raked into piles for the children to play in, and they tossed and scattered them about using plastic lids as scoops and shields. It was like a storm of giant corn flakes as I looked out the window to see children running waist-deep in flying crunchy leaves.
As they were finishing the carving, we fed them candy and pumpkin pies, sugar to go home on, and then we proceeded to put away the denizens, back into boxes to fly again next year. And we relaxed finally.