Sybil Bruncheon’s 31 Days of Halloween… What to wear??...

Questions for Sybil: I am always ready for Halloween. But it’s kinda hard to really enjoy in central Florida. Ya need really cool enough weather for costumes. What do you think??

Sybil: So true... and I never really feel comfortable with children Trick-or-Treating in coconut brassieres and grass skirts... it just isn't DONE!!! Perhaps it’s the lipstick and the false eyelashes! Even on the girls! Of course, when I was a child, my parents who were members of a “free-love society” dressed my twin sister Dagmar and I as Adam & Eve… in nothing but cardboard cut-out fig-leaves… (and not very big ones at that!) They had fallen on hard-times through bad investments in flavored toothpastes (caviar, escargot, sole meuniere, etc.), but my mother didn’t want Dagmar and me to “go without on Halloween”!

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Sybil Bruncheon’s 31 Days of Halloween: A Simple Request…

Boys and Girls! Mummie wants to remind you when you’re making your Halloween costumes… it’s quite alright to be a ghost or a goblin or a witch… but let’s never paint our faces black, even if your older brother in college and his fraternity friends in a pick-up truck say it’s ok! It’s NOT!

And if they call you stupid, tell them your pal Sybil Bruncheon has big muscles and will punch them in their pitubees!!

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Sybil Bruncheon’s 31 Days of Halloween: Tricks-or-TREATS?

Boys and Girls! Mummie wants to remind you when you’re out Trick-or-Treating!... ALWAYS have a grown-up check all your candies BEFORE you eat them… sometimes a bad man might hide something in your sweets that would give you a tummy-ache… or worse!

And also; make sure the grown-up who helps you is your Daddy or Mommy… and not just a man who drives up in a van with tinted windows and no license plates.

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Sybil Bruncheon's 31 Days of Halloween: "Biographies in Brief!... Uncle Fuzzy”…

Mr. Herbert Limpkin had the distinction at eight years of age of being the only person ever bitten by one of the cute little bunnies at the Oakleyville Presbyterian Petting Zoo… and during their Springtime “Let’s Meet Our Animal Friends Festival”. Imagine how little Herbie must have felt with his pudgy little hand throbbing and bleeding as he looked down at the hissing white bunny with the red eyes!... and there on the office wall of the zoo’s nurse, a poster of the Blesséd Savior in his heavenly white robe, surrounded by little animals and children, extending his crucified palms… and all of them smiling; Jesus, animals, children smiling right at Herbie as he begged Nurse Charmondely NOT to put in the three stitches! Of course she did, and gave him a tetanus shot as well, which hurt like Hell!...

… which also gave him his infernal idea… the idea he employed as an adult when he decided to be the Easter Bunny at the Halloween Holidays-in-Hell Barn in Akron, Ohio. High School and college kids from miles around came to the fabulously scary installation which ran from October 1st through Halloween night itself, ending in a massive costume party and dance and a contest with prizes! Interestingly, no one seemed to notice as the October days went by that Mr. Limpkin was getting weirder and more withdrawn from his fellow “ghouls” and “goblins” during their lunch and dinner breaks in the actors’ cafeteria. Authorities found out later that he spent hours every night after work “enhancing” his Easter Bunny costume with finger nails made from actual nails… and teeth made from drill bits and broken switchblades. Scarier and scarier… and finally quite horrifying according to the two managers and the director of the facility, shortly before Herbie brought the ax… and used it!!

Later, during his seven consecutive life-sentences, he created the Uncle Fuzzy Junior Jammies Company employing his sewing skills in the prison crafting lounge, making cozy pajamas for children. Uncle Fuzzy’s company slogan??... “Sweet Dreams Are Our Business!”…

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Sybil Bruncheon's "Separated At Birth?... or THE SAME PERSON?!?!?"...

The strange case of Velma Cruther and Leroy Jessup... born in the South but of exact "parts-unknown"... and not even exact birth-dates or certificates. Were they neighbors, classmates, siblings, lovers, or perhaps even the same person??

What IS known for sure is that they seemed to have lived their entire and fairly short lives within a 23 mile radius of their childhoods and final... ahem... "demises". They both, coincidentally, had careers in custodial and housekeeping service, and never progressed past the 7th grade. They never attended any professional academy or training facility, nor did they serve their country in the military or in civil service. Neither of them was apparently married or had children, or even had relatives to be concerned when they were deceased.

As to another theory of who they were; in the South, the tradition in vaudeville and showboat minstrelsy included "gender comedy" with performers donning costumes and characterizations of the opposite sex. Perhaps these "two persons", both known for extreme eccentricity and borderline anti-social and even criminal activity, may have fallen on hard times and been driven to unfortunate fates in the backwaters of the South. According to authorities and what few public and official records we have, they both came to fairly terrible ends which were verified by witnesses and local (though rural!) coroners. Yes, bodies were buried in marked graves. Interestingly, both bodies were seriously disfigured, beyond absolute recognition as was recorded, although their identities were surmised and seemingly irrefutable. But.... were the bodies actually Cruther and Jessup?... or corpses substituted in some bizarre conspiracy? And what did the pair of bright red girl's tap shoes and a small bottle of so-called "smelling salts" have to do with anything?? Are Cruther and Jessup perhaps one-and-the-same?... and is he (or she!) still wandering the country, looking for work... and possible mayhem!

So! We leave it up to you dear readers! Velma Cruther and Leroy Jessup; Separated at birth?... or THE SAME PERSON?!?!?... you decide!

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Sybil Bruncheon's 31 Days of Halloween, and Beyond!...

True Story! Did you know that as the Great Depression deepened in 1930 and on into 1931, folks tried anything they could think of to lift their spirits. Finally, as Halloween neared, some inventive people decided to bring Trick-or-Treating TO the children instead of the Treaters coming to the neighbors' front doors... Nice ladies with special trays would walk the streets distributing candies, homemade cupcakes, and other sweets to grateful and pleasantly surprised passers-by. It all worked out beautifully!... and Halloween in 1931 was always remembered as a magical time by people all over the United States.

It worked out so beautifully, that the following Halloween in 1932, Trick-or-Treating was extended past the 31st and on into the first week of November. Again, a season of cheer, simple joys, and even a general optimism and feeling of shared brotherhood with one's fellow citizens. The following year, as the Depression worsened and the economy and stock market plummeted even further, the Trick-or-Treat Tray-Ladies (as they were NOW known!) continued to distribute all sorts of things through the Fall, past Christmas, and into the New Year.

Sadly, they had given up handing out only candies and had moved on to cheaply manufactured cosmetics that caused rashes, bath-tub hootch made out of paint thinner, defective nylons and underpants, old scratched record albums with filthy songs, and stained photos of bad people with no clothes on making funny faces... Needless to say, they made a fortune. But Halloween in the second half of the 20th century never really recovered...   

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Sybil Bruncheon's "Halloween Morning-Afters"... #71…

… That wonderful feeling when you wake up on November 1st and realize that you're actually a swan! A beautiful swan... and NOT an ugly duckling like you dreamed the night before!

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Sybil Bruncheon's "Halloween Morning-Afters"... #31…

… That awful feeling you really shouldn’t come home with strangers after a Halloween-Love-In…

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Sybil Bruncheon's "Halloween Morning-Afters"... #19…

… So you and your friends discuss Trick-or-Treating triumphs... and tragedies... and why did the Fergusons hand out stale candy corn again this year?!?! (sigh!)...

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Sybil Bruncheon's "Halloween Morning-Afters"... #62…

… So you and your friends discuss Trick-or-Treating triumphs... and tragedies... and why did the Fergusons hand out stale candy corn again this year?!?! (sigh!)...

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