Happy Halloween!

Michael in Halloween Outfit
Halloween 1989, not quite 2 years old

Halloween has changed dramatically since the time of my childhood, but even since my son Michael’s childhood. Here is his first Halloween costume, worn for actual trick-or-treating. Even though he wasn’t looking super happy in this picture, he liked his clown costume (minus the mask, which he didn’t like) and loved Mommy pulling him in his red wagon to a few neighbors’ homes on our street to collect candy in his plastic pumpkin. After about a half hour, he was pooped and ready to go home and go to sleep!

Today, families more often attend Halloween parties affiliated with churches, schools, youth organizations or private parties. However your family chooses to celebrate, have a safe and happy Halloween!

Recommended Reads

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Resources & Tips

Five Ways the Eighty Years War Affected Our Ancestors by Yvette Hoitink on Dutch Genealogy

Slave Ancestral Research: Unearthing Your Family’s Past Before the 1870 Census by Melvin J. Collier on Roots Revealed

Special Collections Are Special by James Tanner on Genealogy’s Star

The Europeana Newspapers Collection Now Has 20+ Million Newspaper Pages Available Online by Dick Eastman on Eastman’s Genealogy Newsletter

FamilySearch Has Nova Scotia Delayed Births, 1837-1904 by John D. Reid on Canada’s Anglo-Celtic Connections

Kansas Supreme Court Adopted New Rules Limiting Access to Marriage Records – Effective 1 October 2015 by Diane L. Richard on UpFront with NGS

Family Stories

Several bloggers have reported fun finds this week:

An Insignificant Connection, But It Still Amazes Me by Becky Jamison on Grace and Glory

Now I Know Who Is Dorothy Banta by Devon Lee on A Patient Genealogist

A Phenomenal Photo Find: A Picnic in a Chicago Cemetery by Lori Samuelson on Genealogy at Heart

One Who Remembers by Judy G. Russell on The Legal Genealogist

Joanne is looking for Cowden cousins to help identify old family photos:

Photographs: Cowden Family by Joanne Cowden n Researching Relatives

Melvin Collier has experienced great success with DNA testing:

Trekking the Edwards DNA Trail Back to Madagascar by Melvin J. Collier on Roots Revealed

Beverley reminds us to dig in unexpected placed to find research documents:

A Surprise in Deed! by Beverley Fieg on Knit Genealogist

Don’t give up hope finding those elusive family records:

International Tracing Service Came Through! Paul Diamond’s Displaced Persons Records by Lara Diamond on Lara’s Family Search

Methodology, Education, News, Etc.

If you haven’t ever attended an ISGS webinar, now is the time:

Illinois State Genealogical Society Announces 2016 FREE
Webinar Lineup by Thomas MacEntee on GeneaWebinars

Looking for and Contacting Birth Family Members by Diane Harman-Hoog on DNAeXplained – Genetic Genealogy

New Statistics from the Family History Library in Salt Lake City, Utah by James Tanner on Genealogy’s Star

Do you have ancestors who entered through Ellis Island. If so, check out the National Park Service’s brand new virtual tour of the south side of Ellis Island, which is the hospital complex:

Virtual Tour Debuts October 15, 2015

Last, but not least, there is still time to enter DearMYRTLE’s contest:

DEADLINE EXTENDED: Share a Memory Contest with RootsTech Admission Giveaway by Pat Richley-Erickson on DearMYRTLE’s Genealogy Blog

Mischief Night 1965

This post is a day early, as Mischief Night – or Goosey Night as it is called in some places – the night before Halloween, is actually tomorrow. No matter. I hope it brings a smile to your faces if you think back on your own Mischief Night activities in days gone by.

Back when I was growing up, mild vandalism – as in throwing eggs at people or writing on windows with soap – was pretty much the standard in what to expect on Mischief Night. I rarely went out on the night before Halloween because I didn’t cotton to the idea of being pelted with eggs, nor did I want to throw eggs at anyone else, nor was I into the “fun” of soaping people’s windows. Soap was harmless enough, but when our house windows got soaped, it was my job to clean them off. Cleaning soap marks made by bars of soap was a lot of work because the windows would be left with soap streaks and I’d have to wash them all over again.

I decided I would be prepared – IN the house – when Mischief Night arrived in 1965 after my window cleaning chores in October 1964. We had moved to Wayne, New Jersey in December 1963. My mother even saved the house ad:

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4 Winters Drive, October 1963

The house is a split level, common on the East Coast. There is a set of windows on the bottom left and, although they are hard to see, there is another set on the bottom right, to the right of the tree in the middle of the picture. The area directly behind the center tree is the front door, with panes of decorative glass on each side. As you can see, cleaning soap off the windows was no small job and it included tromping around in the bushes, too.

That center tree is also obscuring the view of the windows on the upper floor of the house on the right side. My bedroom window was up there. It was a terrific vantage point for my Mischief Night plan.

I kept both the screen and my window up on Mischief Night because I wanted to hear if anyone approached the house. I also kept a bucket full of balloons, each of which I had carefully filled with COLD water. The bedroom lights were off.

It gets dark quite early at that time of year so it wasn’t very late into the evening – maybe around 7:30 or 8:00 – when the first unsuspecting souls came sneaking up the walkway towards the front door. The first two visitors were soapers. I heard them talking quietly and then I heard the crackle of twigs around the bushes as they stepped in the dirt to reach the windows directly below my bedroom window.

I reached down to the bucket, picked up a water balloon and . . . . . WHOMP! A direct hit on the head of one of the boys! The unfortunate recipient of my balloon drop was now soaking wet. He yelled and the second kid jumped a mile. They both took off running and I’m not sure they ever had a clue what had happened.

Several more kids – all boys – came by that evening and each was the recipient of a water balloon dropped from above. Each had the same reaction.

I was quite pleased with myself. There wasn’t a single soap mark to be cleaned off the windows the next morning.