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 Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 1:28 pm
Halloween History
texttextHalloween is an annual holiday observed on October 31. It has roots in the Celtic festival of Samhain and the Christian holiday All Saints' Day, but is today largely a secular celebration.
textCommon Halloween activities include trick-or-treating, wearing costumes and attending costume parties, carving jack-o'-lanterns, ghost tours, bonfires, apple bobbing, visiting haunted attractions, committing pranks, telling ghost stories or other frightening tales, and watching horror films.
History
texttextHistorian Nicholas Rogers, exploring the origins of Halloween, notes that while "some folklorists have detected its origins in the Roman feast of Pomona, the goddess of fruits and seeds, or in the festival of the dead called Parentalia, it is more typically linked to the Celtic festival of Samhain, whose original spelling was Samuin (pronounced sow-an or sow-in)". The name is derived from Old Irish and means roughly "summer's end". A similar festival was held by the ancient Britons and is known as Calan Gaeaf (pronounced Kálan Gái av).
The festival of Samhain celebrates the end of the "lighter half" of the year and beginning of the "darker half", and is sometimes regarded as the "Celtic New Year".
textThe ancient Celts believed that the border between this world and the Otherworld became thin on Samhain, allowing spirits (both harmless and harmful) to pass through. The family's ancestors were honoured and invited home while harmful spirits were warded off. It is believed that the need to ward off harmful spirits led to the wearing of costumes and masks. Their purpose was to disguise oneself as a harmful spirit and thus avoid harm. In Scotland the spirits were impersonated by young men dressed in white with masked, veiled or blackened faces. Samhain was also a time to take stock of food supplies and slaughter livestock for winter stores. Bonfires played a large part in the festivities. All other fires were doused and each home lit their hearth from the bonfire. The bones of slaughtered livestock were cast into its flames. Sometimes two bonfires would be built side-by-side, and people and their livestock would walk between them as a cleansing ritual.
Another common practice was divination, which often involved the use of food and drink. The name 'Halloween' and many of its present-day traditions derive from the Old English era.
Origin of the Name
texttextThe word Halloween is first attested in the 16th century and represents a Scottish variant of the fuller All-Hallows-Even ("evening"), that is, the night before All Hallows Day. Up through the early 20th century, the spelling "Hallowe'en" was frequently used, eliding the "v" and shortening the word. Although the phrase All Hallows is found in Old English (ealra hálȝena mæssedæȝ, the feast of all saints), All-Hallows-Even is itself not attested until 1556.
Fun Facts
The celebration dates back some 2,000 years. The Celts were the first to celebrate the event.
All Hallows Eve is another name for Halloween which was originally a pagan holiday in which they honored the dead.
The custom of trick or treating comes from the idea that originates from the Celts that they needed to hand out treats to the spirits that supposedly roamed the streets so they would not harm the next years crops.
The custom of wearing masks during Halloween originates from the Ancient Celts. They would wear these masks in hopes that the ghosts they believe wandered around the countryside on Halloween night would not recognize them as humans.
Parkin cake, a sticky cake, is the traditional food for bonfire night, along with treacle toffees.
If your birthday falls on Halloween, you have been born blessed with the gift of communicating with those who have passed away, according to superstition. More information about.
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 1:29 pm
Feel Free to post your own feedback, and fun facts, scary stories or something that might have spooked you on your Halloween while Trick'o'Treating!
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 1:41 pm
I'm still creeped out by the whole "Razors in fruit" shizz, but that's just me. (even if it is "rumoured"). Ahaha. But here's some cool facts I found:
Halloween is the holiday when the most candy is sold; it is second only to Christmas in total sales. North Americans spend over $20 million on Halloween candies yearly.
Chocolate candy bars top the list as the most popular candy for trick-or-treaters with Snickers #1.
If you see a spider on Halloween, it is the spirit of a loved on watching over you.
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 4:28 pm
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xxHallowe'en? xD Wonderful, just wonderful.
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 6:57 pm
FACT ON THE JACK O'LANTER: Back before Canada was descovered, i guy named Jack was outcasted bu=y the people of his town and others aswell. he wandered the woods carrying a lanturn carved of a butternut squash. when he died, his spiret wanders with the same lantern and over the years, people substituted the squash for pumpkins and lights them with candles to keep away sperits and vampires. (NOTE: VAMPIRES HATE PUPMKIN MORE THEN GARLIC.!) till this day Jack wanders the woods with the same lanturn on long cold nights looking for a new town and a new body.
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Posted: Thu Oct 07, 2010 12:55 pm
ஐ【80sⅭᴴⅰⅬⅮ】ஐ ┏━━━━━━┓ Parkin cake are easy to make and they are good. 100g self-raising flour
Pinch of salt
2 teaspoons ground ginger
½ teaspoon ground nutmeg
½ teaspoon mixed spice
75g medium oatmeal
175g dark syrup (or 100g golden syrup and 50g black treacle) 100g butter 100g soft brown sugar
1 egg, beaten
2 dessertspoons milk
1. This parkin mix will need a 20 cm (8 in) square cake tin. Pre-heat the oven to 140 oC/275 oF1.Sift together the self-raising flour, salt, ginger, nutmeg and mixed spice. Mix in the oatmeal.
2. The dark syrup (or golden syrup and black treacle), butter and sugar will now have to all be melted in a saucepan together. This can be made easier by first sitting the pan on the scales and weighing it. Now add the dark syrup or golden syrup and treacle. This saves a lot of sticky transferring. Now just add the weighed sugar and butter. Heat together, only allowing all to melt and not simmer or boil.
3. Stir the syrup mix into the dry mix and blend together. Add in the egg and milk to create a soft, almost pouring consistency. Pour the mixture into the greased tin. Bake in the pre-heated oven for 1 ¼ hours until firm in the centre.
4. Once cooked, leave to stand in the tin for 30 minutes before turning out. Once cooled, the parkin can be served straight away. However, if kept in an airtight tine the cake will, like a good wine, mature with age. It should be left for a minimum of 2 weeks, when a whole new texture will have been created; for best flavour, leave for 3 weeks.
5. Spicey ginger cake enjoyed on Bonfire night.Here is the link┗━━━━━━┛
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Posted: Thu Oct 07, 2010 6:09 pm
My old friend, his birthday is on Halloween...and my birthday is on Christmas eve.
My bestest guy friend in the world, his is on Christmas day and my sisters is the day after new years day.
xD So holidays are a big part of my life. ^_^
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2010 4:58 pm
Saiuri Kago
If you see a spider on Halloween, it is the spirit of a loved on watching over you.Seriously??? eek
>.>
<.<
ninja
burning_eyes
Horrible for me! crying
I'm Arachnaphobic and most likely I'll have my 17 yr. old brother kill all the spiders, thus in a way re-kill my relatives! gonk
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2010 5:09 pm
zublet07 Saiuri Kago
If you see a spider on Halloween, it is the spirit of a loved on watching over you.Seriously??? eek
>.>
<.<
ninja
burning_eyes
Horrible for me! crying
I'm Arachnaphobic and most likely I'll have my 17 yr. old brother kill all the spiders, thus in a way re-kill my relatives! gonk
Oh Fawk, Dude. Your relatives are pissed in the afterlife.
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2010 5:37 pm
 Hi iDildo! This is great information. But maybe you would like to cite Wikipedia to give its article editors credit for the information? ^__^
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Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2010 7:43 pm
=O
Nice 2 Know.
Dropping In Out Of Random Thin Air. =O
No One Probably Remeber's Me, But Happy Very Early Halloween Anyway =O
2 Lazy To Find My Old Forum Posting Format. So Just Aligin Will Do Just Fine I Guess =D
HELLO d***o IF YOU STILL KNOW WHO I AM~
mrgreen
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Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2010 8:01 pm
La Llorona! Woah That b***h Was Crazy XD Quote: This is a story that the old ones have been telling to children for hundreds of years. It is a sad tale, but it lives strong in the memories of the people, and there are many who swear that it is true. Long years ago in a humble little village there lived a fine looking girl named Maria Some say she was the most beautiful girl in the world! And because she was so beautiful, Maria thought she was better than everyone else. As Maria grew older, her beauty increased And her pride in her beauty grew too When she was a young woman, she would not even look at the young men from her village. They weren't good enough for her! "When I marry," Maria would say, "I will marry the most handsome man in the world." And then one day, into Maria's village rode a man who seemed to be just the one she had been talking about. He was a dashing young ranchero, the son of a wealthy rancher from the southern plains. He could ride like a Comanche! In fact, if he owned a horse, and it grew tame, he would give it away and go rope a wild horse from the plains. He thought it wasn't manly to ride a horse if it wasn't half wild. He was handsome! And he could play the guitar and sing beautifully. Maria made up her mind-that was, the man for her! She knew just the tricks to win his attention. If the ranchero spoke when they met on the pathway, she would turn her head away. When he came to her house in the evening to play his guitar and serenade her, she wouldn't even come to the window. She refused all his costly gifts. The young man fell for her tricks. "That haughty girl, Maria, Maria! " he said to himself. "I know I can win her heart. I swear I'll marry that girl." And so everything turned out as Maria planned. Before long, she and the ranchero became engaged and soon they were married. At first, things were fine. They had two children and they seemed to be a happy family together. But after a few years, the ranchero went back to the wild life of the prairies. He would leave town and be gone for months at a time. And when he returned home, it was only to visit his children. He seemed to care nothing for the beautiful Maria. He even talked of setting Maria aside and marrying a woman of his own wealthy class. As proud as Maria was, of course she became very angry with the ranchero. She also began to feel anger toward her children, because he paid attention to them, but just ignored her. One evening, as Maria was strolling with her two children on the shady pathway near the river, the ranchero came by in a carriage. An elegant lady sat on the seat beside him. He stopped and spoke to his children, but he didn't even look at Maria. He whipped the horses on up the street. When she saw that, a terrible rage filled Maria, and it all turned against her children. And although it is sad to tell, the story says that in her anger Maria seized her two children and threw them into the river! But as they disappeared down the stream, she realized what she had done! She ran down the bank of the river, reaching out her arms to them. But they were long gone. The next morning, a traveler brought word to the villagers that a beautiful woman lay dead on the bank of the river. That is where they found Maria, and they laid her to rest where she had fallen. But the first night Maria was in the grave, the villagers heard the sound of crying down by the river. It was not the wind, it was La Llorona crying. "Where are my children?" And they saw a woman walking up and down the bank of the river, dressed in a long white robe, the way they had dressed Maria for burial. On many a dark night they saw her walk the river bank and cry for her children. And so they no longer spoke of her as Maria. They called her La Llorona, the weeping woman. And by that name she is known to this day. Children are warned not to go out in the dark, for, La Llorona might snatch them and never return them. Credit: Right Here, This Dude XD
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Posted: Wed Oct 13, 2010 9:22 am
Saiuri Kago zublet07 Saiuri Kago
If you see a spider on Halloween, it is the spirit of a loved on watching over you.Seriously??? eek
>.>
<.<
ninja
burning_eyes
Horrible for me! crying
I'm Arachnaphobic and most likely I'll have my 17 yr. old brother kill all the spiders, thus in a way re-kill my relatives! gonk gonk Noooooooooooo.................................................................
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*ten years later....*
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!! crying
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Posted: Wed Oct 13, 2010 9:25 am
Lunchbox Material La Llorona! Woah That b***h Was Crazy XD Quote: This is a story that the old ones have been telling to children for hundreds of years. It is a sad tale, but it lives strong in the memories of the people, and there are many who swear that it is true. Long years ago in a humble little village there lived a fine looking girl named Maria Some say she was the most beautiful girl in the world! And because she was so beautiful, Maria thought she was better than everyone else. As Maria grew older, her beauty increased And her pride in her beauty grew too When she was a young woman, she would not even look at the young men from her village. They weren't good enough for her! "When I marry," Maria would say, "I will marry the most handsome man in the world." And then one day, into Maria's village rode a man who seemed to be just the one she had been talking about. He was a dashing young ranchero, the son of a wealthy rancher from the southern plains. He could ride like a Comanche! In fact, if he owned a horse, and it grew tame, he would give it away and go rope a wild horse from the plains. He thought it wasn't manly to ride a horse if it wasn't half wild. He was handsome! And he could play the guitar and sing beautifully. Maria made up her mind-that was, the man for her! She knew just the tricks to win his attention. If the ranchero spoke when they met on the pathway, she would turn her head away. When he came to her house in the evening to play his guitar and serenade her, she wouldn't even come to the window. She refused all his costly gifts. The young man fell for her tricks. "That haughty girl, Maria, Maria! " he said to himself. "I know I can win her heart. I swear I'll marry that girl." And so everything turned out as Maria planned. Before long, she and the ranchero became engaged and soon they were married. At first, things were fine. They had two children and they seemed to be a happy family together. But after a few years, the ranchero went back to the wild life of the prairies. He would leave town and be gone for months at a time. And when he returned home, it was only to visit his children. He seemed to care nothing for the beautiful Maria. He even talked of setting Maria aside and marrying a woman of his own wealthy class. As proud as Maria was, of course she became very angry with the ranchero. She also began to feel anger toward her children, because he paid attention to them, but just ignored her. One evening, as Maria was strolling with her two children on the shady pathway near the river, the ranchero came by in a carriage. An elegant lady sat on the seat beside him. He stopped and spoke to his children, but he didn't even look at Maria. He whipped the horses on up the street. When she saw that, a terrible rage filled Maria, and it all turned against her children. And although it is sad to tell, the story says that in her anger Maria seized her two children and threw them into the river! But as they disappeared down the stream, she realized what she had done! She ran down the bank of the river, reaching out her arms to them. But they were long gone. The next morning, a traveler brought word to the villagers that a beautiful woman lay dead on the bank of the river. That is where they found Maria, and they laid her to rest where she had fallen. But the first night Maria was in the grave, the villagers heard the sound of crying down by the river. It was not the wind, it was La Llorona crying. "Where are my children?" And they saw a woman walking up and down the bank of the river, dressed in a long white robe, the way they had dressed Maria for burial. On many a dark night they saw her walk the river bank and cry for her children. And so they no longer spoke of her as Maria. They called her La Llorona, the weeping woman. And by that name she is known to this day. Children are warned not to go out in the dark, for, La Llorona might snatch them and never return them. Credit: Right Here, This Dude XDlol i know this story! its told in my culture every time halloween comes around to all the little children as a warning not to stay out for long on halloween night!
Supposedly if La Llorona finds you at night and gets ahold of you she will drown you to replace one of her children! twisted
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Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2010 8:27 pm
Lunchbox Material La Llorona! Woah That b***h Was Crazy XD Quote: This is a story that the old ones have been telling to children for hundreds of years. It is a sad tale, but it lives strong in the memories of the people, and there are many who swear that it is true. Long years ago in a humble little village there lived a fine looking girl named Maria Some say she was the most beautiful girl in the world! And because she was so beautiful, Maria thought she was better than everyone else. As Maria grew older, her beauty increased And her pride in her beauty grew too When she was a young woman, she would not even look at the young men from her village. They weren't good enough for her! "When I marry," Maria would say, "I will marry the most handsome man in the world." And then one day, into Maria's village rode a man who seemed to be just the one she had been talking about. He was a dashing young ranchero, the son of a wealthy rancher from the southern plains. He could ride like a Comanche! In fact, if he owned a horse, and it grew tame, he would give it away and go rope a wild horse from the plains. He thought it wasn't manly to ride a horse if it wasn't half wild. He was handsome! And he could play the guitar and sing beautifully. Maria made up her mind-that was, the man for her! She knew just the tricks to win his attention. If the ranchero spoke when they met on the pathway, she would turn her head away. When he came to her house in the evening to play his guitar and serenade her, she wouldn't even come to the window. She refused all his costly gifts. The young man fell for her tricks. "That haughty girl, Maria, Maria! " he said to himself. "I know I can win her heart. I swear I'll marry that girl." And so everything turned out as Maria planned. Before long, she and the ranchero became engaged and soon they were married. At first, things were fine. They had two children and they seemed to be a happy family together. But after a few years, the ranchero went back to the wild life of the prairies. He would leave town and be gone for months at a time. And when he returned home, it was only to visit his children. He seemed to care nothing for the beautiful Maria. He even talked of setting Maria aside and marrying a woman of his own wealthy class. As proud as Maria was, of course she became very angry with the ranchero. She also began to feel anger toward her children, because he paid attention to them, but just ignored her. One evening, as Maria was strolling with her two children on the shady pathway near the river, the ranchero came by in a carriage. An elegant lady sat on the seat beside him. He stopped and spoke to his children, but he didn't even look at Maria. He whipped the horses on up the street. When she saw that, a terrible rage filled Maria, and it all turned against her children. And although it is sad to tell, the story says that in her anger Maria seized her two children and threw them into the river! But as they disappeared down the stream, she realized what she had done! She ran down the bank of the river, reaching out her arms to them. But they were long gone. The next morning, a traveler brought word to the villagers that a beautiful woman lay dead on the bank of the river. That is where they found Maria, and they laid her to rest where she had fallen. But the first night Maria was in the grave, the villagers heard the sound of crying down by the river. It was not the wind, it was La Llorona crying. "Where are my children?" And they saw a woman walking up and down the bank of the river, dressed in a long white robe, the way they had dressed Maria for burial. On many a dark night they saw her walk the river bank and cry for her children. And so they no longer spoke of her as Maria. They called her La Llorona, the weeping woman. And by that name she is known to this day. Children are warned not to go out in the dark, for, La Llorona might snatch them and never return them. Credit: Right Here, This Dude XDI think in the USA she is known as "The woman in white"
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