Over the years that I've been blogging, I've mentioned that I've never been a fan of Halloween. Where I grew up, it seemed that all that particular day signified was overspending on toilet paper to make a mess of people's property, overdosing on candy, and being pelted with spoiled tomatoes when you went on hayrides. No, thank you!
Once I moved to Phoenix, it took me a few years to really begin learning about the Mexican holiday of Día de los Muertos (Day of the Dead), and my interest was probably triggered by several deaths in the family. If you'd like to learn more about Día de los Muertos, you're welcome to read this article from the History Channel.
I've gone from visiting the Desert Botanical Garden's Offrendas exhibition (none this year due to COVID-19) to making my own offrenda (an altar made in honor of your loved ones). Now that I've got my offrenda up, I feel the need to watch Coco, but I'll share some photos with you first!
|My offrenda is the one with the lights. The top of the dresser just shows off some related bits 'n' bobs.|
|Yes, I knitted the scarf. The lighting is so bright that it's made the colors look washed out.|
|Here are the bits 'n' bobs from places like Santa Fe. I love my mother's Norman Rockwell plate on the right showing a family tree. (The prim & proper married to pirates and outlaws, etc.)|
|Here is my offrenda. The large plate hanging on the wall is from Target.|
|Yes, I knitted this scarf, too. I came to my love of bright colors (and in combinations) late in life, but whenever I use them, I think of my grand-aunt Marguerite, who'd crochet any size doily in eye-wateringly bright colors.|
|Pets are loved ones, too.|
|My great-grandmother Katie Brookshier. My grand-uncle and -aunt, Glenn and Mary Ann Brookshier.|
|You guessed it-- I knitted this scarf, too. The color combinations aren't nearly as bright as Aunt Marguerite's. By the way, you'll get a chance to see her in a bit.|
|Me with my mother, Glenore Brookshier Cole, and my father, Charles Norman Cole. Donald Duck is for my father who could do a perfect Donald Duck impression.|
|A celebration calls for music, right?|
|My grandfather, Earl Brookshier, on his favorite seat for listening to Cubs games on the radio. Me with my grandparents, Irene and Earl Brookshier. By the way, I stitched the needlepoint mats on the tops of each cake stand, too.|
|My offrenda looks even better with the candles lit, doesn't it?|
Do any of you celebrate Día de los Muertos, or is it pumpkins and witches and bats and ghosties for you? Inquiring minds would love to know!