As the shadows deepen, colors fade to yellow and sere brown, and we remember that the veil between this world and the other will briefly part, here's an album of ghostly tales I recorded at the National Storytelling festival in the early 1980's. We used to build a big bonfire in the front yard of an old house right next to the Old Jonesborough cemetary, with graves going back to 1800. We would haul up a small sound system and reel to reel tape recorder, and enjoy an evening of spooky tales. This eventually was moved due to concerns about the cemetary, and the fact that they couldn't sell tickets.
youtu.be/fRD2JAc7MLE?si=Rcmh83PmyM8Sw1Q-
Enjoy(?)
That first story brings back memories of the rather macabre jokes that show up in our family at the end of a family party or when visiting graves of relatives ... it has been more than once about 'rattling bones' on these occasions haha.
The Hole That Will Not Stay Filled was very spooky!
Continuing to listen now. That storyteller is more than great :D
I have 2 memories of Halloween, growing up in the borough of Queens in NYC. When in the 11-13 old years, the big thing was to roving with a sock with flour in it, or a few dz eggs and look to nail other groups of kids from other neighborhoods. "mostly' in good fun. Got hit in the face with a pumpkin 1 year, which broke my nose ( big improvement). The other - we lived in the area where Harry Houdini is buried (Machpelah Cemetery, Glendale, NY). Teens would regularly have Halloween parties at midnight there (waiting for his foretold 'greatest trick'. Might still be going on. THAT was spooky as Hell! Beer was involved.
