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Stevie Wonder - Superstition
Theme from Ghostbusters
Phantom of the Opera
Theme from Twilight Zone
Eagles - Witchy Woman
The History of the Jack-o-Lantern
Irish children used to carve out potatoes or turnips and light them for their Halloween gatherings. They commemorated Jack, a shifty Irish villain so wicked that neither God nor the Devil wanted him. Rejected by both the sacred and profane, he wandered the world endlessly looking for a place to rest, his only warmth a glittering candle in a rotten turnip.
Did You Know...
The Irish Potato Famine (1845-50) prompted over 700,000 people to immigrate to the Americas. These immigrants brought with them their traditions of Halloween and Jack o'Lanterns, but turnips were not as readily available as back home. They found the American pumpkin to be a more than an adequate replacement. Today, the carved pumpkin is perhaps the most famous icon of Halloween.
Legend Of The Jack-O-Lantern
A stingy drunkard of an Irish blacksmith named Jack had the misfortune to run into the Devil in a pub, some say on Halloween night. Jack had too much to drink and was about to fall into the Devil's hands, but managed to trick the Devil by offering his soul in exchange for one last drink. The Devil turned himself into a sixpence to pay the bartender, but Jack quickly pocketed him in his purse. Because Jack had a silver cross in his purse, the Devil could not change himself back. Jack would not let the Devil go until he promised not to claim his soul for ten years.
The Devil agreed and ten years later Jack came across the Devil while walking on a country road. The Devil wanted to collect, but Jack, thinking quickly, said "I'll go, but before I go, will you get me an apple from that tree?" The Devil, thinking he had nothing to lose, jumped on Jack's shoulders to obtain the apple. Jack pulled out his knife and carved a cross in the trunk of the tree. This left the Devil in the air, unable to obtain Jack or his soul. Jack made him promise to never again ask for his soul. Seeing no way out, the Devil agreed.
When Jack finally died years later, he was not admitted to Heaven, because of his life of drinking and being tightfisted and deceitful. When he went to apply for entrance to Hell, the Devil had to turn him away because he agreed never to take Jack's soul. "But where can I go?", asked Jack. "Back where you came from!", replied the Devil. The way back was windy and dark. Jack pleaded with the Devil to at least provide him a light to find his way. The Devil, as a final gesture, threw a live coal at Jack straight from the fire of Hell. To light his way and to keep it from blowing out in the wind, Jack put it in a turnip he was eating.
Ever since, Jack has been doomed to wander in darkness with his lantern until "Judgment Day." Jack of the lantern (Jack o'Lantern) became known as the symbol of a damned soul
Spiders
I know you don’t like spiders. I think we all agree.
Nature’s wonders are all great, some things I need not see.
Like spiders in the bathroom! Some folks deny the fact,
But traces show they’ve been around, them and their trapeze act!
You may not see a spider, but proof remains behind.
Their spiderwebs displaying dust, in corners and aligned.
They are not there to prove to you your dusting could improve,
But only that some tiny bugs have been upon the move.
Spiders are exterminators, no need to give a call,
They show up anytime you’ve got those bugs there on your wall.
They’ll clean up all those crawly pests, but if they miss a guest,
They’ll lay some eggs down so their young will dine upon the rest.
NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . July 13, 2005
"The Purple People Eater" MP3
Recorded by: "Sheb Wooley"
Words and Music by Sheb Wooley
Well I saw the thing comin' out of the sky
It had the one long horn, one big eye
I commenced to shakin' and I said "ooh-eee"
It looks like a purple people eater to me
It was a one-eyed, one-horned, flyin' purple people eater
(One-eyed, one-horned, flyin' purple people eater)
A one-eyed, one-horned, flyin' purple people eater
Sure looks strange to me (One eye?)
Well he came down to earth and he lit in a tree
I said Mr. Purple People Eater, don't eat me
I heard him say in a voice so gruff
I wouldn't eat you cuz you're so tough
It was a one-eyed, one-horned, flyin' purple people eater
One-eyed, one-horned flyin' purple people eater
One-eyed, one-horned, flyin' purple people eater
Sure looks strange to me (One horn?)
I said Mr. Purple People Eater, what's your line
He said it's eatin' purple people and it sure is fine
But that's not the reason that I came to land
I wanna get a job in a rock and roll band
Well bless my soul, rock and roll, flyin' purple people eater
Pigeon-toed, undergrowed, flyin' purple people eater
(We wear short shorts)
Flyin' purple people eater
Sure looks strange to me
And then he swung from the tree and he lit on the ground
He started to rock, really rockin' around
It was a crazy ditty with a swingin' tune
Sing a boop boop aboopa lopa lum bam boom
Well bless my soul, rock and roll, flyin' purple people eater
Pigeon-toed, undergrowed, flyin' purple people eater
I like short shorts
Flyin' little people eater
Sure looks strange to me (Purple People?)
And then he went on his way, and then what do ya know
I saw him last night on a TV show
He was blowing it out, a'really knockin' em dead
Playin' rock and roll music through the horn in his head.
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Pumpkin Pancakes
Ingredients:
2 cups Bisquick
2 tablespoons Brown sugar - packed
2 teaspoons Cinnamon
1 teaspoon Allspice
1 1/2 cups Evaporated milk
1/2 cup Solid pack pumpkin
2 tbs Vegetable oil
2 Eggs
1 teaspoon Vanilla
Directions:
In a large mixing bowl, combine the bisquick, sugar, cinnamon and allspice. Add the evaporated milk, pumpkin, oil, eggs, and vanilla; beat until smooth.
For each pancake, pour 1/4 to 1/2 cup batter (depending on size you want) onto a heated, lightly greased griddle. Cook until the top is bubbly and edges are dry. Turn pancakes; cook until golden. Keep warm.
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"Overnight Guests"
A young man and his wife were on a trip to visit his mother. Usually they arrived in time for supper. They had gotten a late start, and now it was getting dark. They decided to look for a place to stay overnight and go on in the morning.
Just off the road, they saw a small house in the woods. "Maybe they rent rooms", the wife said. So they stopped to ask. An elderly man and woman came to the door. They didn't rent rooms, they said. But they would be glad to have them stay overnight as their guests. They had plenty of room, and they would enjoy the company. The old woman made coffee, brought out some cake, and the four of them talked for awhile. Then the young couple were taken to their room. They explained that they wanted to pay for this, but the old man said he would not accept any money.
The young couple got up early the next morning before their hosts had awakened. On a table near the front door, they left an envelope with some money in it for the room. Then they went on to the next town. They stopped at a restaurant and had breakfast. When they told the owner where they had stayed, he was shocked. "That can't be", he said. "That house burned to the ground ten years ago, the old man and woman who lived there died in the fire."
The young couple could not believe it. So they went back to the house. Only now there was no house. All they found was a burned-out shell. They stood staring at the ruins trying to understand what had happened.
Then the woman started screaming! In the rubble was a badly burned table, on the table was the envelope they had left there that morning!
 Getting Spooky
Let's be spooky. Let's have fun.
We'll scare ourselves before we're done
with ghosts and goblins, winds that howl,
things that fly and things that prowl.
We'll talk about such creepy stuff,
until we all get scared enough
to hear the things we cannot see,
and see the things that just can't be.
Let's be spooky, you and me.
~Unknown~
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A young couple out on a date parked along an old country road to be alone. They were listening to the car radio and talking. Suddenly the music was interrupted by a news bulletin. "A convicted murderer has escaped from a hospital for the criminally insane. The man was mutilated in a car wreck following a high-speed chase and is missing his right hand. A temporary hook has been attached to his right arm, which will make him easier to identify. The criminal's name is ..."
The boy turned the radio off. He leaned over to his girlfriend, expecting that the frightening news flash would make her snuggle. Instead, she was so scared that she wouldn't even let him get close to her.
"I'm afraid," she said. "Let's get out of here."
The boy tried to convince her that they were in no danger, but she refused to listen. He decided that maybe she didn't like him as he had thought, and was just using this as an excuse. The girl reached over and locked her door as the boy angrily started the car.
Just at that moment, they heard a thud on the passenger side of the car.
The boy slammed the car into drive and spun out onto the road. The girl screamed and held onto the boy as they sped off down the road. On the way back to town they both calmed down, but the girl still held on so tightly that the boy decided he was wrong about her after all. As they came closer and closer to her house, he tried to think of a way to impress her.
They pulled up in front of the house and the boy said, "I'll make sure it's safe first." He left the keys in the ignition but locked the door as he got out. He came around to her side to politely open her door, like a hero.
For a long time he just stood there, looking down at the door. At first the girl couldn't figure out what was wrong; then she realized that her door was still locked. She smiled and unlocked it.
The boy still just stood there.
The girl looked puzzled and rolled down her window. Then she saw that the boy was looking down at the door handle. She slowly looked down herself.
Hanging from the door handle was a bloody stainless steel hook!
The Spying Spider
-- by Don Tidwell --
-- Copyright 1992 --
My bathtub is my haven
When I've had a busy day.
The soothing steamy water
Seems to soak my cares away.
Imagine my chagrin one night
When hiding from it all,
To see a big black spider
Clinging to the blue tile wall.
He ignored my keen displeasure
As he yo yo'd on his line---
He was practicing rapelling
And his technique seemed just fine.
I sensed that he was spying
On my privileged retreat....
That he thought my shiny earlobe
Might be something good to eat.
He crawled around his universe
Inspecting every tile,
Then climbed upon his special perch
To watch me for awhile.
We played the game of "chicken"..
I matched him stare for stare.
He suddenly got careless
When he thought I didn't care.
I snatched that interloper...
His chance to live was gone!!
I wrapped him in a tissue
And flushed him down the john!!
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Vintage postcard.
