One of my favorite times of year is Halloween. When my children were younger, I loved creating costumes for them. In their very first year of “deciding” what they were to be, (my two-year-old daughter wanted to be “a princess” and my son wanted “a hero costume”) a friend who was a much better seamstress than me helped me make their costumes: a satin and lace princess dress and Sleeping Beauty-worthy peaked cap for my daughter, and a Robin Hood costume for my son. (Trust me, the next year he got to be Spider-Man; and the year after that, Batman, and after that, Superman. Hey, you know the drill.)
Since the kids have left the nest, we’ve moved across the Golden Gate Bridge — from suburban Marin County, California into San Francisco — and have been discovering some of the city’s wonderful old (turn of last century) neighborhoods. This is best done by walking, which is something The Hub and I enjoy immensely–and boy, do we get our exercise, what with all the hills! (I better have a pert butt after all this walking, is all I can say…)
We live in Pacific Heights, which is a neighborhood that is terraced up a hill from the waterfront Marina District. On one of our walks, which takes us uphill into the Fillmore shopping and jazz club district, we’ve enjoyed walking the adjoining neighborhood of Presidio Heights, which is also next to “the Presidio” a national park that is one of the oldest military fortresses in the country. (In fact, it was created by Spanish settlers in 1776, the same year the East Coast states’ made their Declaration of Independence from England.)
Besides some fabulous Georgian and Victorian-era residential eye candy, it appears that Presidio Heights decks itself out for Halloween. Makes sense, since anyone with kids knows that Halloween is a safer jaunt when done on the flats.
So, where will we be hangin’ in order to get our Trick-or-Treat tyke fix? You guessed it: Presidio Heights. The photo above is just one of the many creative Haunted Houses you’ll find there, this year.
How about you? Is there a certain house, or street, or neighborhood near you in which the Day of the Dead becomes a night of creative horror? I’d love to see it, so feel free to share it, here, as a comment!