Halloween A Time for Romance

Yes, the title is correct. No mistake. In times past, Halloween was considered a time for romance. Single young adults planned parties to bring couples together. There were no ghosts, goblins, or zombies. Masquerade parties were usually more heroic in nature.

A Halloween party in the 19th century were times for hopeful single gents to find the girl of their dreams. There were several ways the party might start. The hostess might invite her guests to jump over a broom before they entered.


Often there were apples with the initials of eligible bachelors on them. Some clever families who had apple trees placed a kind of a paper tattoo of the single gents initials on still green apples. When the apples ripened to red, the papers were removed, and the initials were green on the skin. (Maybe that how the silly tradition of reciting the alphabet as you twist the stem of an apple. The letter that breaks the stem is the first initial of your true love. Okay, I am dating myself.)

Back to the apples at Halloween parties of the past.

Single women might be given the opportunity to choose an apple when they entered the party, and the initials on the apple matched the man she would share the first dance with. On other occasions, the web game was played. A large web of colored sting is woven throughout the room. Each young lady chose one string and followed it through the maze to the end where a gentleman’s name was on a paper. Again her companion for the evening.

Melt Tin Soldiers

And odd tradition at some of these Halloween parties was melting tin soldiers. I suppose the soldier represented their future mate. Once the soldier was liquid form, the tin was dripped from a spoon into cold water. When the tin hardened, its shape determined the occupation of her future husband. If it resembled a boat, he might be a sailor, an anvil-a blacksmith, and so on. Kinda like guessing the shapes in the clouds, I suppose.


The Proposal game another popular game. Each man in the room had less than a minute to propose to each woman. Once their time was up the woman would give the gent a paper heart for yes or a paper lemon for no. The man with the most yeses won, of course.


There was usually dancing and refreshments.

For those out west, these types of gatherings were the only times the single people had to get together. Most were busy on their homesteads and helping with family businesses. This was the perfect time to begin courting.

Be My Halloween Sweetheart

Late in the century, Halloween cards were exchanged. Again with a romantic twist.

I find the idea of these sorts of parties intriguing, and perhaps I will add one in a future novel.

Speaking of novels.

I’d like to give away a copy of my very first novel, Secrets & Charades, to celebrate the contracts I just signed for historical romance numbers four and five. E-book only outside the US. Otherwise, I’m happy to send an autographed paperback version.

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Have a romantic Halloween with that special someone. Share what you think about Halloweens of days gone by in the comments to be entered for a chance to win.

OH NO!!! Another Change

WordPress has changed things up again. Each time I figure out how to maneuver through setting up a new post and can do it with ease, it changes. I’ve put off using the newest version, Guggenheim, because I don’t have time for more change. No, I don’t like dealing with change. There is enough of that on social media to make my head spin.

But this month WordPress gave me no choice. It’s not fair. I have no idea who decided these changes needed to be made. Reminds me of going to the grocery store and the aisles have been rearranged. The bread I planned take a minute to grab now takes extra time. The bakery items are now located in a different corner of the store. Even worse the store no longer carries that brand. I am left wasting precious moments reading labels to figure out which loaf is similar to my preference.

Two Choices

I have two choices regarding this new change: whine and complain or figure it out. The writing world, like my blog server, is constantly changing. If I’m not willing to learn new things and adapt, all those words I worked so hard to shape may never see their intended audience. There are times we need to abandon one technology for another. It’s not a bad thing to dip our foot into something new to see if it feels right. We just need to get past the initial shock of the shivery change.

The older I get the more challenging these changes become. Some things have been wonderful. For example, I am so happy that the PC has replaced the typewriter. Carbon copies and whiteout no longer plague me. I don’t miss putting a manuscript in the mail for a publisher with a SASE. But I do miss hand-written letters on lovely stationary, stamped and in my mailbox.

A New Kind of Different

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I’m figuring out Guggenheim as I write this blog. It’s not so terrible after all. Give me a few more posts and it should go smoother. Now I feel embolden to figure out other programs. YAY!

How about you? What new technology are you struggling to conquer?