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 It was Halloween
1976 and the movie showing in town that week was "Carrie." Back then it
didn't really matter what was playing because my Mother and her best
friend, Mrs. Mary Lynde had made a pact, which is still standing to
this day and I think it went like this, "We will go out every Saturday
night with our husbands, first meeting at one of our houses to have two
Jack Daniels and diet Sprite and then to a restaurant without any of our
children." It's only been in the past few years that I have been
invited out with them on an occasional Saturday night.
Mother and Mrs. Mary Lynde had seven children between the two of them when they were in
their 20's, which I can't imagine. Many people thought we were all one
family or at least cousins because we were always together. I can only
imagine how much they must have looked forward to Saturday nights.
When Lawrence Welk started blowing those bubbles, I knew it was the
wicked hour my Mother would emerge from her bathroom with perfectly
coiffed hair and baby blue eye
shadow wearing a matching outfit and purse that I suspected came
straight from
the Sears catalog (I was so jealous).
 The smell of Estee Lauder's Youth
Dew filled the house and when I heard her high heels clicking on the
kitchen floor, I knew it was time to proceed to the garage where my Dad
was cranking up Mother's Lincoln Mark V. My brothers' and I would fight
over the back windshield, our preferred seat. We liked this car because
two of us could fit back there while the other brother had the floor
board to himself. Remember it was 1976.
Our parents' dropped us off every Saturday night at the Dairy Queen or Hardee's and all seven of us walked a few blocks to the movie theater. I was more interested in
seeing my friends and eating the large box of Junior Mints than any movie. But
it was Halloween week and there was buzz that this was a real scary
movie that none of us should be seeing. There was nothing that could
have prepared me for "Carrie" and I was one of the older children in
the group, I might add.
 A movie about a possessed high school girl with super-natural powers, who is tortured
by all her classmates, and has a sadistic, fanatically religious mother
is not the best thing for a 12-year-old girl to see. After that movie,
I lost all interest in Halloween, not to mention going to proms. The
thought of someone with blood on their face, ringing my doorbell
wanting some candy is enough reason why I still turn off all my lights
on Halloween and ignore them.
How do I know if they are real or not? I
am still, to this day, convinced that Sissy Spacek is "Carrie" and I
hope and pray she never shows up on one of my flights. Even those
witches who position themselves in the grocery store candy aisle,
giving out samples? I turn around and walk the other way because there
is something wrong with a woman wanting to look that horrible.
I was completely caught off guard this past weekend when I was in Lima, Peru at the enormous
popularity of Halloween. Who knew a third world country, positioned just below the equator, would embrace this holiday. We had gotten in late on Friday night and I got up early the next morning. Before meeting my travel mates for breakfast, I checked out
the grocery store across the street, which is their version of Whole
Foods. I spotted a Witch in the candy aisle, giving out samples and I
walked the other way. As a matter of fact, there were Witches all over
that store giving out free samples of nothing I could have wanted
enough to take from them. During breakfast I was telling my travel
mates about all the Witches and decorations in the grocery store and
one of them questioned if I wasn't confusing the local Incan woman with
Witches.
 After breakfast we all walked down to the Inca Market, which is an endless menagerie of
booths selling anything and everything you can imagine from animal
horns, to Alpaca shawls, silver jewelry, bags and things I can't
identify. It's crowded, the aisles narrow and there is a lot of
hassling by the Incan women to get you into their booth. I turned a
sharp corner and came face to face with a real "Incan" witch. The long
pointed black hat gave it away. This old, extremely 'leathery'
faced woman with a big nose and a strange, long decorative dress would
have blended in with the other characters at the market if it weren't
for the witch hat.
 There was no turning around and walking away at
this point. We were face to face, eye to eye and she picked up a stick
and waved it in my face and said "Once and for all, rid yourself of
all evil spirits, right now right here." I had no choice, I reached
for my money and said "How much?" After a little negotiating, I gave
her $25 Soles, which is about $8. I am now the proud owner of an
'Ancient Incan Evil Spirit Stick' that is guaranteed to ward off all
evil spirits.
I haven't brought it
in the house yet, it's still in the car. I thought I would let it
get acclimated to a new country, a new environment or maybe that's just
an excuse from an adult who is scared of taking candy from a lady in
costume at a grocery store. I bought some Halloween candy and I think I
will even turn on my lights this year but beware that my "Ancient Incan
Evil Spirit Stick" will be prominently displayed by the front door,
doing it's job.
Laura grew up in a small southern town in Georgia on a cotton and
pecan farm where life centered around family, friends and good food.
She has lived in Atlanta for 20 years and has been a Flight Attendant
for a major airline for 18 years, traveling the world in search for the
next best meal.
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