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October 31, 2012 – Salem Day 6 – Happy Halloween! – Part 2

Posted in Salem with tags , , , , , , , , , on October 23, 2016 by Janet Glenn

Now we will commence with Part 2 of our Halloween day!

I now must go to the cemetery, Old Burying Point, and photograph the monsters that are passing through.  My, I have found so many!  Even the tombstones seem to be participating in their way with me and my photos. There’s the tour guide at the Salem Witch Walk. I think I’ll send him this photo. I think he will like it!

Happy Halloween!

Halloween in Salem 2012

Halloween in Salem 2012

Happy Halloween!

Happy Halloween!

Happy Halloween!

Halloween in Salem 2012

And there are the assorted buildings, the Witch Memorial, all being presented during the setting of the sun. Ah, the beautiful sunset in Salem settling so gracefully in the stormy sky here in a most ancient cemetery.

Halloween Sunset

Halloween Sunset in Salem

And then, the most wonderful thing! I was standing at the topmost corner of the Witches Memorial. I happily find that this is a fantastic vantage point for taking photos of the cemetery and it’s happenings. Someone asks to take my photo and I’m always happy to accommodate. But now, in a solitary moment, I turn around to face the sunset, and a gust of very cold wind blows across my face. I moved to face the wind and in that moment, the temperature must have dropped at least 30 degrees.  Within a few moments I was freezing and longing to go back to my room.  Salem weather … yes, you just never know when you will be caught in the enchanted moment of a sudden gust of cold wind in Salem.  But shit!  Now I’m frickin’ cold!  I shall walk back to the Doom & Gloom Hotel and change into my Halloween best.  It’s long about 7:00 or 8:00 pm now.  Just enough time to wander through the streets of Salem in hopes of getting a photo or two on Halloween night!

Ah, all dressed for Halloween in Salem.  I go outside with much expectation!  It’s funny, this photographer-looking dude … I mean, he’s got all the bells and whistles … approaches me and asks if he can get a photo of me.  Yes, I am that beautiful!  (hee)  Of course, I’m happy to oblige!  So I stand there somewhat posing and he fiddles with this and fusses with that and finally, snap!  No flash, so we try again.  I stand there while he gets his hands going here, there and everywhere.  He’s so confused!  I realize he’s brand new at this and I KNOW how he feels!  He tries again.  Nope, didn’t work.  Now he’s pretty much mortified and I feel badly for him.  Maybe I should take it for him?  Huh? Anyway, want to try one more time?  Nope, it’s a bust but he thanks me and wanders off.  Oh well, at least he is learning and man, have I ever been there!

I walk back around and see if the band that I saw a couple of years ago is playing and yup, there they are!  From what I’ve heard from them, they are pretty much a Beatles cover band but they do it good!  They’ve got a large crowd gathered before them …. and they are dancing and being quite rowdy! That’s a good sign!

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And there he is, the blonde English guy.  Now I don’t know if he’s English but he wears the English shirt with the Union Jack on it so he looks English.  Hmmmm.  I stand and watch for awhile and I move more toward the front and he seems to recognize me!  From 2 years ago?!  It’s got to be my hat!  It is…. I watch him play for awhile longer as that gold wedding band flashes in my eyes as he plays his guitar.  Nope, don’t want none of that!  Did that once and I felt like the wicked witch of the west!  Not pleasant!

So now, I’m on my way….

I continue walking through the Halloween streets of Salem taking a photo here and there while I go.  Then I hear this guy say something about someone (probably me) taking pictures of people they don’t even know.  Now how the “F” does he know if I know these people or not?  Of course, that’s assuming he’s referring to me.  Grrrr, just shut the fuck up!  No one asked you!  It made me feel really stupid there for a moment or two and then I thought, “Wow, that pretty much puts the media right out of business, doesn’t it?”  That guy is a dumb ass.  Just think how it would be if we all could only take pictures of people we know.  If that’s the case, then I’m screwed!  No more trips to Salem to catch photos of people in Halloween costumes!  Moving on….

Soooo, I really would love to see the fireworks signaling the end of Haunted Happenings.  I know that two years ago I had a beautiful view from the top floor of the Hawthorne Hotel but this year, I’m on the ground.  I’m not staying at the Hawthorne but let me tell you, this is the last time that I won’t stay there!  I’ll be staying there next year!

So, I make my way to the Salem Common and stand in a place where I think I can see the fireworks.  I know where I can get a better vantage point but I’m staying here.  Watching this crowd with the Salem Witch Museum in the background is fascinating.

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And there they go!  I can just see them over the roof of the castle which is the home of the Salem Witch Museum.  Not such a good view.  Most I can’t see but there’s always next year.  Oh, and look!  There’s those gorgeous horses that the Salem Police ride.  Unfortunately, they signal the end of all the Halloween festivities for this year.

I am reluctant to leave.  I feel sadness knowing that it’s over until next year.  I look around.  A sea of people are pouring out of the Common.  The horses and the cops astride them are going in to police out the Common.  I stand and watch the activities around me for awhile.  I’m supposed to leave tomorrow and go home.  Hmmmm….

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I think of having that experience at the Boston airport a few days ago.  God, it seems like years ago when that happened.  I was stranded!  And now I think about having to leave.  Well, shit.  Of course, I don’t want to go.  Hmmmm, thinking, pondering, arguing with my inner guidance.

Ooops, I said it. Program interruption here. Join me for a general discourse about my spirit, Essence (and you don’t have to read this if you don’t want but it may shed some light for you)! She’s actually a spirit and I call her “Essence.”  Or should I say she told me who she is.  During a quiet moment in my bedroom, I heard her say, “Hello, I’m Essence!”  I said, “Well, hello Essence!”  I was glad to hear from her and I finally knew her name!  And now it’s like she’s always with me.  “Oh, so you’re the one that I argue with internally all the time! Sometimes things will happen in my life and I feel her absence.  I’m not pleased and I tell her so.  I ask her where she was when I needed her.  Essence says, “I am here, you just only have to listen, or be aware of the impressions.”  Most times she speaks but sometimes it’s a feeling or words or a song repeating over and over in my head.  Sometimes she’s a nag!  Nag, nag, nag!  I cover my ears and tell her to shut up!  You can imagine the reaction from the people who are around me … or maybe they just think I’m talking on my phone.  Sometimes Essence literally takes matters into her hands and completely goes over me when I’ve really got myself into a fix.  On several occasions she literally puts words in my mouth.  If I’m really doing something that is WRONG, I speak words that I had no intentions of saying to correct the situation.  I don’t even know I’m going to say them and boy, am I surprised when I do!  But it’s always the right thing to do, always.  I know Essence is with me, bless her.  She is a God-send in the truest sense of the word!

Okay, back to the program. My how I do run on!  So, I decide not to leave tomorrow.  I’ll leave on Friday instead!  Strange how everything has brightened!  Two more nights in Salem (and Essence is as quiet as a mouse).  Well, alrighty then, I’m going to take some photos tomorrow!

At this point, I begin to make my way back to the hotel.  Halloween is over.  Such a letdown.  Man, I hate that.  It has been an interesting trip though – even if at my expense!

Luvs and Happy Halloween!

Janet

October 27, 2012 – Salem Day 2 – Hocus Pocus Day!

Posted in Salem with tags , , , , , , on June 17, 2013 by Janet Glenn

Salem Hocus PocusOkay, today is the day! Tonight is the showing of Hocus Pocus in Salem Common! I’ve been so looking forward to this. I know, I’m such a dork! GROW UP! HELL NO!! I never want to be a grown up!! Never!! This is going to be cool. There are parts of the movie that were filmed in Salem Common and I’ll be watching the movie in Salem Common. Of all the times I’ve seen that movie, I never dreamed I’d be watching it right where it was filmed. I always wondered why I was so drawn to that movie. I watched it over and over through the years. Now I know why. It’s the crazy city of Salem and God only knows why it’s so important to me.

So for now, it’s Saturday in Salem. Tonight is the night of all the Halloween festivities. What fun and crowded? Geez, you would think it’s already Halloween! I can barely walk through the streets because of so many people! I’m getting photos, of course, but I’m getting knocked around so much, it’s pretty tough going.

I decide to go back to the hotel and dress a little warmer. I’m actually pretty much actively hating on the people working here in the hotel but the room maids are so nice and friendly with me. I think somehow they feel my sadness and are drawn to me. I’ve never had the room servers quite treat me as nicely as these. I talk and laugh with them. I’m glad they are here. And…… I’m suddenly hearing things on the TV about a Hurricane Sandy……

So now I’m thinking I will need to get to the Common a little early so I can get a good spot …. on the ground. I dress warm and have my camera, of course … always. I decide to get popcorn and a coke. So now I walk over to Salem Common. It’s a few blocks over from my hotel. Awww dusk in Salem. There is no more beautiful time in Salem. Hell, to me, dusk in Salem is an event to savor!

I get my popcorn and coke, pick my spot in front of the screen and stand there and eat all my popcorn before the movie even starts! Pig – Right. The crowd gathers. Not as many people as I thought but still quite a few. I try not to get too close to really little kids. They make me nervous. And believe it or not, Hocus Pocus is not really a movie for kids. It is Disney but not so much for kids.

Hocus Pocus Movie PosterSo, it’s cold. I’m waiting, even bored because I already ate my popcorn. People are showing up and I pull up a leaf and sit on the ground. It’s sort of wet. Alright already, stick the DVD in, man. And there it goes. I sit enrapt. The most enjoyable thing really was listening to the kids comment on what they are seeing on the screen is all around us. One kid stood up pointing at the screen saying, “We are there!” They were loving it and I did too. As I said, it doesn’t take much to make me happy!

And it’s over and I enjoyed it so much for the 100th time!

Ok, all right, hungry. Since this is a big party night, everything is packed. I walk over to the Hawthorne Hotel and look in the window and watch the Halloween Ball that’s going on in there. Quite a good crowd, strobe lights, live band, costumes …. and I don’t want to be in there. Two Halloween Balls alone is quite enough for me. I did actually fall in love there once. I wonder if he’s in there now. I wonder if he IS in there, did he look for me? Silly. Silly old woman ….

Seeing many, many costumes on the Pedestrian Mall. Now there’s something, the whole crew from the Wizard of Oz. Their costumes look so good, almost like the originals. Definitely worthy of the grand prize!

Hungry! Welp, back to the same place I guess! I saunter on over to my pizza place once again. They are really crowded and when I order my food, the lady makes a comment about me always having my camera with me. So, what of it, huh? Yes, my camera stays with me. It is quite simply why I’m here!

Now the fun begins yet again. I squeeze into a corner seat and begin to wait. My phone begins to ring and it’s Jason. Dang! He’s frantic …. and mad! He’s bitching me out because I’m apparently going on my merry way and not even considering that a Hurricane named Sandy is out there. I guess it’s heading this way and I don’t have a clue. Jason wants to know how I can be so oblivious to the danger that could be heading my way. Well, you know, I’ve just seen Hocus Pocus in Salem Common. I had popcorn and everything! There’s wonderful costumes everywhere and I’m waiting on my pizza. What possibly could be amiss? All’s right with the world, right? After all, I’m in Salem! And shit, he goes off like a rocket and yells at me and demands that I return home this instant! Get my ass back to the hotel and schedule a flight home NOW!

Salem Witch MuseumOkay, shit, guess I’ll do that. I stay long enough to eat then I head back to my room all dejected and shit. Guess I’m cutting this trip short. And I now think of Sir Tight Ass at the hotel wanting all that money from me and I’m only staying 2 nights! I didn’t even get to see the Witch House! I didn’t get to tour the Salem Witch Museum again and Count Orlok’s! Dang, Count Orlok’s for shit’s sake! I haven’t even spent my gift certificates that I got for winning that photo contest here in Salem! Bloody hell! I wanted to ride the trolley, do a ghost cruise, maybe ride the ferry to Boston! It all passes away right in front of my eyes. The whole trip …. gone.

Salem and Hurricane SandyI enter the hotel and I think this place is jinxed, unlucky, a proverbial black cloud overhead. Doom and Gloom Hotel, Salem, Mass. Every time I walk in here I have bad luck. My last time here was the shits and flat tires. Geeez. Every time, the shit begins to fly (literally). I get comfy again in my room and plant myself in front of my computer with the Weather Channel tuned in on the TV. Hmmmm, looks like rain. Assholes placed strategically around the East Coast with NO weather happening behind them. What the hell? I jump into United and change my flight from next Friday to this Sunday. Bloody Hell! They charge me $70.00. I know, Bloody Hell!! Anyway, done. The only thing to do now is to wait for tomorrow and go home. I call Jason and tell him I’m coming home tomorrow and the time. I guess now he can rest and stop being completely at his wit’s end with me. He doesn’t like it when I come up here not one bit and now Frankenstorm has got him at his complete limit with me.

So now I sort of start packing. My heart’s not in it at all. I do keep the weather tuned in and play on the Internet instead of packing. What, me worry? I gots no problems. I’m flying home tomorrow.

Then suddenly, a text message comes through my phone. Hmm, it’s from United. Probably reminding me of my flight tomorrow. I press the button and I see only one word. “Cancelled.” What the fuck? My flight tomorrow is cancelled? What? I’m beginning to feel a bit apprehensive here. They’ve cancelled my flight with Frankenstorm on the way? Now what do I do? Seems like I said that before on this trip. What the bloody hell do I do now? I immediately get on the phone and call Jason to tell him my flight is cancelled. That did NOT make his day. All the while, I got United up on my computer and I’m trying to reschedule or something and their web site starts doing some kind of weird looping thing. You can’t get to where you need to be on the site. It just keeps taking you through some crazy looping thing. Well, I’ve had enough of that. So I get on the phone and try to call United. It takes me a few times but I finally hear their stupidly helpful greeting and they say the wait will be about 45 minutes. Well, at least they’re not telling me to hang up and call back later. So I put the phone on speaker and I wait … and wait … and wait … and wait … and wait! Gosh, it’s getting late and I’m sleepy. I don’t want to hang up because they might answer at any moment and I’ve got to talk to them! So finally, I lay down in the bed and I’m still on hold with United. I’m about to fall asleep. Well, for cripes sake, I’ve been on hold for over 3 hours! I guess they are not going to answer. Every asshole on the East Coast is probably calling them right now. So what do I do now? Yes, another fine mess I’ve got myself into. So I decide to check out tomorrow and go to the airport. They will have to deal with me then. I’m not leaving that airport unless they put me on an airplane. I arrange my ride to the airport in the morning. They are happy to help me. I would be too for $50.00 plus tip …….

Salem Hocus Pocus MovieSo now I go to bed. Damn, it seems like such a long time ago when I saw Hocus Pocus. Party’s over, trip is done.

Crap.

October 29, 2010 – Day 4

Posted in Salem with tags , , , , , , , , , on September 16, 2012 by Janet Glenn

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Okay, today – meeting Tony Moran from the movie Halloween in front of Count Orlok’s Nightmare Gallery. Michael (Tony) is not there when I arrive so I go in the monster gallery. I LOVE IT!!!!! All my very favorite monsters are here! All the Hammer Film movie monsters! And don’t they look real …. life size …. scary …. unsettling …. I LOVE LOVE LOVE IT! I very slowly savor Count Orlok’s gallery. I look over each monster, up and down, this way and that. This guy is good. Oh look, Christopher Lee, Boris Karloff, Bela Friggin’ Lugosi! I’m so in my element. And the music, excellent. Oh and there’s Mother and Norman Bates as well. But the creepiest room to me is the Death Masks. These are casts taken from the actual faces of the actors. That room in there is full of their faces …. in death. Shiver! Alfred Hitchcock’s in there too. I’m loving this! And then after a few assorted various monsters, I’m out in the daylight again. In Salem again. Off I go this way and then I’ll go that way!

Salem Carnival

Tony/Michael still isn’t there so I grab some photos of the carnival. The sky today is really stormy and I’m trying to catch just the right shot and light. I wander on down and get some great shots of the Old Burying Point Cemetery again. I’m so drawn to that place for some reason. My heart squeezes when I’m in there and I have to touch my tree. It’s a beautiful ancient tree. That’s it in the photo below this post. The bark is so rough …. and warm. I could stay with it all day but I tear myself away. Does this make me a tree-hugger? Don’t care … love that tree! I do have Salem to do after all. This cemetery is so old that the original passenger that came over on the Mayflower is buried here. Jeeeesus!

So I do tear myself away and off I go. I’m hearing a lady selling ghost tours over a PA system loud. Give me a break. Lots of ghosts are going to show up for that I bet! She’s got a huge booth with flashing lights sitting way up high. Kinda kills it don’t you think? Kinda makes me want to kick her ass……..

Now I wander into the Salem Wax Museum. The wax figures are cool and the stories are interesting. All about the witch trials. I’m reading some very unsettling things like for instance, that a lot of people were thrown in jail accused of being witches, which we all know but what I did not know is that when they were being kept in jail, they were being charged for their food, clothing or anything else that they might have a need for. The sad thing was that when they were released (not everyone was convicted), if they did not have the money to pay what they owed for their keep, they were not let out! Some people died in jail simply because they could not pay their way out! They were never convicted of witchcraft but they died in jail for being poor! No wonder Salem has spent all these years trying to do right by these people! The Wax Museum was eye-opening …. and tragic and has left me feeling pissed off.

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Okay, out in the air again. Off to see Michael …. and he’s there! I guess I’ve seen him without his mask before because I recognize him. I talk to him. He’s personable. I tell him about Halloween’s Unseen. I feel really strange in this moment. If you had told me back in the 1970s and 1980s that I’d be talking to Michael Myers/Tony Moran about something personal I’ve accomplished that had something to do with Halloween …. and he was liking it, well, I would have said, “You are crazy!” He lets me take his picture and charges $10 for his autograph. Shit! Oh well, everyone’s gots to get theirs! I like Tony Moran, he’s nice to me and he’s going to check out my web site! (right)

Okay, let’s see. I think I’ll go to the Salem Witch Museum. Off I go. I’m alone! For some reason I’ve been reminded of this a lot on this trip. While I’m in Salem, I just go hither and yon doing what I please, when I please but on this trip I do feel lonely. Maybe next year someone will go with me. (right)

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Now, the Salem Witch Museum. In I go and I’m seated …. on the floor. Now I’m in pretty good shape, Lord, I walk miles, but I do have flaky hips. But I buck up and sit on the floor like everything is cool but I’m not liking it. Now an interesting thing occurs here on the floor. We sit on the floor and begin to twirl around. I don’t mean the floor twirls, we twirl around and around and around! The show is set up in the “Castle” in a circle. We follow these sets around the room that light up and guide us through the witch hysteria. It’s very interesting and I love the creepy music. It’s all very interesting and I don’t know why I worried about sitting on the floor. I was never still and not there long at all! Then we are released …. directly into the gift shop only to be held captive there until the second half of the show. Can you say, “Ka-ching – capitalism?” OMG Salem …. and I did not buy anything! Then off we go to the next part of the show. This one’s cool. It defines the “witch.” The mid-wife beginnings, flying around the night sky on broom sticks (give me a break) and the gentle witches of Wicca. Then there’s a huge board explaining “witch hunts” over the years which we’ve all been a part of. Hee! And out and it was good. Actually, this is the first time I’ve taken the museum tours in Salem and I’ve not been disappointed.

It’s dark now in Salem and very cold. I’m heading back to my room. As I’m going to my room, one of the guests a few doors down stops to flirt with me. I’ve seen him before. Big ol’ biker dude with long hair, spooky eye contacts and Halloween skulls braided into his beard. My kind of guy! I actually took a picture of him at last year’s Halloween Ball and I told him so. He’s intrigued, his wife’s not.

Salem Fall Trees

I’m now in my room on this hateful bed. I have a beautiful view with lovely fall trees outside my window. I can see the Salem Common, the Salem Witch Museum, the Roger Conant statue but there’s those damned concession stands! And what runs concession stands? From 7:00 am until midnight all I hear are damned generators! It’s constant and, of course, each little stand has it’s own generator! Between this gawd-awful bed and the constant groan of those cursed machines, I’m going to lose my mind! I’ll just go take a bath …. always a solution! If I drank, I’d drink. Shit.

Luvs,

Janet

Halloween 2009 – Part 2

Posted in Salem with tags , , , , , , , on August 18, 2012 by Janet Glenn

Okay, 2:00 a.m. – morning after Halloween – back home. Well, back at my hotel in Beverly at least. What a horrifying experience getting here! I never felt such relief to step into a hotel as I did tonight. If I come back to Salem (and I will), I will never stay outside of Salem again! Clearly, the shuttle service that took us to Salem earlier did not know what they were doing! After I attended the Halloween Ball festivities, I set out to meet up with the shuttle at the Salem Witch Museum at midnite – our pre-arranged time and spot. Salem Witch MuseumWhen I arrived, I called as instructed and said I was ready to be picked up. The guy on the other end was frantic, spouting out instructions and directions to me – someone who didn’t have a clue where in the hell she was – on foot, lost and from Texas for crap’s sake! I gathered that I was supposed to meet the Van at a specific intersection somewhere in Salem. Hmmmm. I began walking and found a policeman directing traffic. I said, “See, look, I’m from Texas and I’m pissed and lost and I need to get to such and such intersection.” The policeman was nice and helpfully – eagerly even – pointed the way …. down a dark, spooky street to my left. Finding my wayAt least I walked the right direction! I look down the street and it’s all houses – old houses – on both sides with some having people lurking around the porches. I’m not scared of ghosts but I am scared of people so I am not liking the idea of walking down there for a couple of blocks. Anyway, here I go, a very perturbed, somewhat overweight witch still dressed up in all her witchy best about to walk down a street that at this moment looks like it’s probably the scariest street in Salem. Oh, I’m so far from home – a totally solitary witch at this point. So I walk …. down the very middle of the street. What a sight I must have been! I’m peering at the houses as I go making sure no ghosts or zombies come running out. I am in Salem after all and Halloween has just ended. So I walk and I finally reach the intersection. There are no street signs. Now I’m not going to go into this here but why oh why are there never street signs when your life absolutely depends on it?! I do see two groups of people standing on either side of the street. I assume these are my people and choose the group that has the nicest looking lady standing there. So we wait, and wait under this huge tree. The lady and I speak. She has about as much information as I do but at least she’s a human presence for me. We wait and then it begins to rain. Salem has great weather. It happens when you least expect it. And there goes a cold wind. I have been in Salem long enough to know that you don’t take cold breezes lightly. So me and my beautiful hat are getting soaked and it will only be a matter of time before we are freezing as well. And I have no where to go, no way to get there. I see in front of me two guys from my hotel jumping into a cab and driving away. They could have offered to share that cab …. and fare …. with some of us. I would have. I’m from Texas. We wait, we get wet, we get nervous. And then alas, two Vans show up! We are elated and run and lurch to said heaven-sent Vans …. and neither are going to our hotel. The hell you say! Our group that had gathered were in no mood to hear this and quite literally jacked up both drivers and piled our asses into the Vans whether they liked it or not. “Now ***pointing gun at driver’s head*** if you know what’s good for you, you’ll get your skinny ass moving to Beverly!” And he did! We were packed in like sardines, soaking wet and stinking but we managed a civilized conversation during our ride.

We made it! Shit, we frickin’ made it. I get out of that fucking Van (never again), walk straight to my room, very gingerly hang up my hat to dry and fall face down on the bed. See youse in the morning.

Janet

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