Although I collected more than my fair share of trick-or-treat goodies when I was a kid, the best Halloween I ever had was when I was in my 40s.
That was the year of The Greater and Lesser Antilles.
Each year, some wonderful friends threw a themed Halloween Party. One year it was Senior Prom, and the most memorable costume was a guy with about a hundred mirrors stuck to him as the mirrored ball featured in so many proms. One year it was The Royal Wedding. But the one I will cherish forever was Come as Your Favorite Island.
My friend KB was visiting that weekend, and on the morning of the party, we were still stumped for a costume.
So anyway, I had a Eureka moment that morning. We would go as The Greater and Lesser Aunt Tillies!!!
We went to Goodwill and rounded up the finest, dowdiest Aunt Tilly dresses, hats , purses, shoes and baggy stockings we could find. We put hankies in our purses. We wore vintage jewelry that would be the envy of every aunt Tilly who ever lived.
And we walked into that party, arms linked and saying, “she is the greater Aunt Tilly, and I am the lesser Aunt Tilly, and together, we are the Greater and Lesser Antilles.” It was a huge hit.
So why do I title this entry Hollow Ween? Because the best of the Aunt Tillys died several years ago. And I can’t find a soul who took a picture of us that night. Fortunately, I have one in my mind.