"We seldom get into trouble when we speak softly. It is only when we raise our voices that the sparks fly and tiny molehills become great mountains of contention."
Settling
in each year just like a visit with an old friend, October is a month
with which I can pick up right where we left off last year. Has an
entire year really slipped by since we last saw each other?
Ever
the lover of the change of seasons, my mother was a master of
bringing to life the joy of each season for her children. But she was
particularly skilled at October, filling our senses so fully with all
that this month has to offer. Even now the slightest smell or sight
pricks my memory to such a full remembrance that I am barely
cognizant of the division between the Octobers of my past and that of
the present.
And
so it is that in my own experience and time as a mother, I find this
month dripping with opportunities to share such memories with my
young children, build their own October memories, and fill their
blossoming senses.
We
see October. The harvest moon looks different than full moons from
other seasons and casts a soft light under which we play, bundled up
in freshly rediscovered sweatshirts and hats. We see leaves, the
magic of their changing colors fluttering down to create a crunchy
carpet of warm hues.
We
watch the images of Halloween appearing all around — a ghost
face here, a witch’s silhouette there. We can hardly wait for
the perfect evening in which to turn off all the lights and light the
candles in our tabletop haunted house, watching the eerie shadows
dance on the ceiling and imaging what might be going on inside. Oh,
how I remember my mother’s tabletop haunted house, into which I
would peer every day after arriving home from school, my imagination
creating stories that left me looking over my shoulder every few
minutes.
We
smell October. “Oh! Someone is burning a fire!” we
exclaim. Pumpkin, cinnamon and apple scents drift through the air,
carried by the faintest stream of smoke from a candle, or from a
batch of apple cider warming on the stove.
We
hear October. “Star light, Star bright! I hope I see a ghost
tonight!” shrieks a young voice with excited laughter before
its owner searches the darkened yard for anxious, hidden bodies. I
have to pause and remind myself these are my children’s voices,
because I can barely distinguish them from the voices from my past,
and the girls in my Brownie troop that laughed and scattered to find
the perfect hiding spot on the darkened grounds of the Old Town Hall
on a fall evening.
A
few years ago, we discovered the Kidz Bop Halloween Party CD, and it
has fast become a favorite. Song after song of fun, festive
Halloween-related songs sung by kids. Not creepy, just awesome. We
listen to it over and over throughout the month; we each have a
favorite track or two and take turns rocking out, making for some
memorable dance parties.
We
touch October. The crunch of the leaves casts a delightful kind of
magic. We can feel the air, the hint of crispness in the mornings and
evenings, and sometimes in the days, too. The things we wear bring
some remembered textures — the soft warmth of sweaters and
tights and fleece hats.
We
taste October. A handful of candy corns and mallow pumpkins sprinkled
into the children’s lunch boxes proves to be a delightful
surprise in the middle of the school day. The cooler days bring the
first warm sips of hot cocoa and hot apple cider. I scavenge for good
soup and stew recipes, going back to tried-and-true recipes, as well
as discovering new autumn culinary treasures. What a joy, to find the
white chicken chili I served last year to a disgruntled reception now
receives a warm welcome!
And
because I believe in making new friends, but keeping the old —
pumpkin delights us in the form of new treasures like pumpkin cookie
vanilla bean ice cream sandwiches, and a favorite from my youth,
mom’s amazing pumpkin bars. My kids prefer to lick off the
cream cheese frosting, just as I did, and hopefully will come to
remember them as a taste of October that will remain with them every
year.
Mom’s
Pumpkin Bars with Cream Cheese Frosting
Pumpkin
Bars
4 eggs
1 cup oil
15 ounce can of
pumpkin
2 cups sugar
2 cups flour
2 teaspoons baking
powder
1 teaspoon baking soda
½ teaspoon salt
1 teaspoons cinnamon
½ teaspoon
ginger
½ teaspoon
cloves
½ teaspoon
nutmeg
1. Mix eggs, oil,
pumpkin and sugar. Add remaining ingredients and mix until combined.
2. Bake at 350 for
25-30 minutes in a greased and floured jelly roll pan (or a 9x13 pan
AND an 8x8 pan).
3. Let cool, frost.
Cream
Cheese Frosting
6 ounces of cream
cheese
6 tablespoons butter
1 tablespoon milk
1 teaspoon vanilla
4 cups powdered sugar
Beat everything but
the sugar. Add sugar to desired consistency, frost bars. Frosting
recipe may be halved for less frosting (but really, why would you?).
And so, in October we
strive to really take time to stop and smell the pumpkins — and
to see them, touch them, and taste them too. I hope that as they
grow, my children will bring the memories from this month with them,
and that perhaps they will remember me as a master of October, that I
will be one link in a chain of moms making autumn memories for her
children.
Melissa Howell was born and raised in the woods of northern Minnesota. She has a degree in
journalism from the University of Minnesota.
As a single 20-something, she moved to Colorado seeking an adventure. She found one, first in
landing her dream job and then in landing her dream husband; four children followed.
Upon becoming a mother, she left her career in healthcare communications to be a stay-at-home
mom, and now every day is an adventure with her husband Brian and children Connor (9), Isabel
(6), Lucas (5) and Mason (2).
In addition, she is a freelance writer and communications consultant for a variety of
organizations.
Melissa serves as Assistant director of media relations for stake public affairs and Webelos den leader