This Halloween, scare up some fun with these history- and lit-inspired costumes:
Ten US History-Inspired Halloween Costumes
1. Put on a three-corner hat and cape, pull a cardboard boat around your waist, and pose as George Washington crossing the Delaware during the American Revolution.
2. Dress up as Benjamin Franklin with a kite and singed hair. Be careful around the French maids.
3. Pretend to hitchhike as Christopher Columbus with a sign that says “India or bust.”
4. Dress up like Abe Lincoln – with two tickets in his breast pocket.
5. Test people’s knowledge of US history trivia by putting on a turn-of-the-century suit, carrying some bags of fake money, and painting your nose purple. Yes, JP Morgan really did have a purple nose.
6. Try a scandalous costume for a trio: Marilyn Monroe, Jackie Kennedy, and John F. Kennedy.
7. Wear a suit and a Richard Nixon mask. Carry a hallowed-out pumpkin filled with film. You’re reenacting the “Pumpkin Papers,” in which future President Richard Nixon used to take down Soviet spy Alger Hiss in one of the Cold War’s most notorious espionage cases.
8. Dress up as Betsy Ross with a half-finished American flag. Include a rainbow flag, a pirate flag, and yellow smiley face among your book of samples.
9. Sport your finest 1920s-style outfit, a plastic Tommy gun, a cigar, and your best Al Capone accent. Rave about the merits of the 18th Amendment and Prohibition.
10. Roll up your sleeves and get ready to flex those guns. Rosie the Riveter is one of the best “girl power” costumes in history. (World War II: Home Front)
Ten Literature & Poetry-Inspired Halloween Costumes
1. Bust out the Photoshop to make an “oil painting” of yourself aged about 50 years. Frame it, put on your best Victorian-style outfit, and trick-o-treat as Dorian Gray. (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
2. Go on a hunt after your friend who is dressed as a white whale with bloodshot eyes. Chase the whale around the streets with a toy harpoon in hand. Rant and rave to strangers about catching the whale. (Moby-Dick)
3. Dress up like a grizzled old sailor, rave unintelligibly, and hang a fake albatross around your neck à la “The Rime of the Ancient Mariner.”
4. Put on a collared shirt, a tie, a long coat, and a red hunting hat. Carry a record under your arm and collect candy as Holden Caulfield. (The Catcher in the Rye)
5. See who gets the Scout Finch reference when you walk around barefoot with a banged-up ham costume and knife slash through the back. (To Kill a Mockingbird)
6. Put on a straw hat and some ratty old clothes, pull a cardboard canoe around your waist, and try your luck as Huckleberry Finn. Don’t be afeared to use *some* Antebellum Missouri slang. (Adventures of Huckleberry Finn)
7. Pay your dues to George Orwell by dressing up like a pig brandishing a liquor bottle and insisting that “two legs are better than four.” (Animal Farm)
8. Put on a long, plain dress and plaster a scarlet “A” to the front. Get your friend to dress like a priest. (The Scarlet Letter)
9. Dress up like Lady Macbeth and try to scrub imagined bloodstains off your hands. Rinse, repeat. (Macbeth)
10. For a truly terrifying Halloween costume, give your kid brother face paint, some tattered rags, a conch shell, and a (fake) pig head on a stake. Don’t let him see that you’ve got glasses. (The Lord of the Flies)
11. You'll need tights and Renaissance garb: Hamlet. Pace the streets emoting: “To be or not to be?” and “Methinks it is like a weasel.”
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Monday, January 19, 2009
Literacy Autobiography
I love literature. I love when someone can transform my mind into a playground and set up such wonderful scenes, using wit and many other literary schemes to seduce me further into the story. It doesn’t take much to make me happy. I enjoy many different genres of literature, some of which is a more recent desire, namely the politically inspired and some biographies.
From my earliest years, I was inundated with books. My mother says she read to me while I was in the womb, and it didn’t stop there. I have very fond memories of my mom reading to me, curled up on the couch. She was an avid reader herself, as were many members of my family. Some of my earliest Christmas memories involved the Highlights magazine for children, sent to my brother and me from a great aunt. As we got older, she paid for us to have a subscription to National Geographic as well. Mom had subscriptions to Guideposts and Reader’s Digest which I loved, and still do. My paternal grandmother always read before taking a nap midday or before bedtime at night. She always had books on hand and encouraged reading to the grandchildren. My father still recalls poems she recited and stories she read to he and his siblings when they were young. As a child, my family went to the library at least once every two weeks, and my brother and I were given our own library card and nearly always left with the maximum number of books allowed. I grew up in the church and with Sunday school classes and at home studies, the Bible also was a highly read book.
I can barely recall how I learned to read, only remembering that we learned the alphabet and what each letter “says” and then learned to sound out most words. I called my mom and she said she wasn’t entirely sure either but knew that we also learned our short and long vowels and we brought home books to read to our parents, many of which used repetition as a means to recognize words quickly without having to sound them out. I also know that in class, we would divide into reading groups. I was in the advanced group and felt proud of that. In 2nd and 3rd grades, if I’m remembering correctly, the students made journals in which we wrote in (and illustrated at times). Some of the writings were based on a question the teacher posed, and others were just diary-form. These are neat to look back at and read. These journals weren’t graded for spelling or other grammatical errors. My mom remembers a story I wrote around this same time frame and recalls thinking I might grow up to be an author. While I enjoyed reading, and still do, writing never actually took off for me.
Book fairs were a big deal in school as well. I enjoyed looking through the catalog and browsing all the books at our school’s library. Mom was usually good about giving us money to pick out some of our favorites. Some of my favorite books from this time were Ramona Quimby, Amelia Bedelia, any Curious George titles, There’s a Monster at the End of this Book, and all the Little Golden Books. I believe I was in the 4th grade when our school began the Accelerated Reader program, and I enjoyed this. The books I most remember reading and falling in love with was Anne of Green Gables and Anne of Avonlea, which was in the 5th grade.
Late elementary and middle school seem to be a blur of Sweet Valley High and The Babysitter’s Club type books. I also read some of the classics like The Secret Garden and The Prince and the Pauper.
High school is full of required reading and many papers to write. My freshman year we talked in depth about poetry and even had to write many ourselves, and turn in for a grade. I hate that my teacher kept those. It would’ve been great to have and look through again. I didn’t read a lot outside of school those four years. We were kept pretty busy with the required reading, both during the summer and during the school year. I loved most of the books we read, excluding all mythologies and anything by James Joyce. I am very grateful to have been required to read many of the books we did, for some were classics, and others I’m not sure I ever would have picked myself, such as The Once and Future King, which I actually enjoyed (and it was a summer read!). The only thing that has ever really bothered me about having to read books in school, was knowing you would be tested on it later. This sometimes took the fun out of it, as the day of the test, instead of talking about what we thought of the book or what we’d learned from it, the students were making sure we knew certain details and any information we could think may be found on the test. It was nerve-wracking.
I am now a 28 year old woman, married with two children, as well as a full-time student and housewife. Surprisingly, with more things on my plate, I still love reading and have been trying to find more time to do that. Between school semesters, I am running to the library. My kids, ages 4 and 5, both loved to be read to, and the oldest is in kindergarten and is learning to read. They each have their own library cards and like I did, they usually end up with more books than we can carry! My mom will also stock up on library books for my girls when she knows they’ll be coming to see her. I think I enjoy reading the children’s books almost as much (and sometimes more) than I do reading the ones I picked out for me. Over the Christmas break, I was able to read two books, Stop Dressing your Six Year Old like a Skank and How I Helped O.J. get Away with Murder. These are two completely different types of books and yet I enjoyed them both fully. I have started reading Sophie’s Choice, and hope to finish it soon, though it is one of the harder books I’ve read. Some of the vocabulary is above my own, and makes it crucial to use context clues (and I’ve even had to break out the dictionary a time or two). I have also blogged some in the past year or so. I have recently created a new blog. It has no real theme, but is just about what’s happening in the lives of me and my family. I think it’s great to have some record of big events and even the small ones that just explain who we are at this given time in our lives. I enjoy it, but am frustrated at my lack of wit when writing.
As I think about teaching and how literature will be a vital part of that, I am both overjoyed and somewhat rattled. Before I started doing any school observations, I would’ve just been overjoyed. When reading is such a fun hobby of mine, I couldn’t wait to share that with my students and see the same joy in their faces. However, I was very naïve about many things. My observations made reality hit me in the face. I had no idea how difficult reading is for many children and how others may be able to say the words on a page, but have no feeling behind it, or even a comprehension of the story line. I am hoping to create a love for reading. I think makings sure students have a good grasp on their imaginations and realizing the magic of stories, through thought-out, creative processes, I can achieve this.
From my earliest years, I was inundated with books. My mother says she read to me while I was in the womb, and it didn’t stop there. I have very fond memories of my mom reading to me, curled up on the couch. She was an avid reader herself, as were many members of my family. Some of my earliest Christmas memories involved the Highlights magazine for children, sent to my brother and me from a great aunt. As we got older, she paid for us to have a subscription to National Geographic as well. Mom had subscriptions to Guideposts and Reader’s Digest which I loved, and still do. My paternal grandmother always read before taking a nap midday or before bedtime at night. She always had books on hand and encouraged reading to the grandchildren. My father still recalls poems she recited and stories she read to he and his siblings when they were young. As a child, my family went to the library at least once every two weeks, and my brother and I were given our own library card and nearly always left with the maximum number of books allowed. I grew up in the church and with Sunday school classes and at home studies, the Bible also was a highly read book.
I can barely recall how I learned to read, only remembering that we learned the alphabet and what each letter “says” and then learned to sound out most words. I called my mom and she said she wasn’t entirely sure either but knew that we also learned our short and long vowels and we brought home books to read to our parents, many of which used repetition as a means to recognize words quickly without having to sound them out. I also know that in class, we would divide into reading groups. I was in the advanced group and felt proud of that. In 2nd and 3rd grades, if I’m remembering correctly, the students made journals in which we wrote in (and illustrated at times). Some of the writings were based on a question the teacher posed, and others were just diary-form. These are neat to look back at and read. These journals weren’t graded for spelling or other grammatical errors. My mom remembers a story I wrote around this same time frame and recalls thinking I might grow up to be an author. While I enjoyed reading, and still do, writing never actually took off for me.
Book fairs were a big deal in school as well. I enjoyed looking through the catalog and browsing all the books at our school’s library. Mom was usually good about giving us money to pick out some of our favorites. Some of my favorite books from this time were Ramona Quimby, Amelia Bedelia, any Curious George titles, There’s a Monster at the End of this Book, and all the Little Golden Books. I believe I was in the 4th grade when our school began the Accelerated Reader program, and I enjoyed this. The books I most remember reading and falling in love with was Anne of Green Gables and Anne of Avonlea, which was in the 5th grade.
Late elementary and middle school seem to be a blur of Sweet Valley High and The Babysitter’s Club type books. I also read some of the classics like The Secret Garden and The Prince and the Pauper.
High school is full of required reading and many papers to write. My freshman year we talked in depth about poetry and even had to write many ourselves, and turn in for a grade. I hate that my teacher kept those. It would’ve been great to have and look through again. I didn’t read a lot outside of school those four years. We were kept pretty busy with the required reading, both during the summer and during the school year. I loved most of the books we read, excluding all mythologies and anything by James Joyce. I am very grateful to have been required to read many of the books we did, for some were classics, and others I’m not sure I ever would have picked myself, such as The Once and Future King, which I actually enjoyed (and it was a summer read!). The only thing that has ever really bothered me about having to read books in school, was knowing you would be tested on it later. This sometimes took the fun out of it, as the day of the test, instead of talking about what we thought of the book or what we’d learned from it, the students were making sure we knew certain details and any information we could think may be found on the test. It was nerve-wracking.
I am now a 28 year old woman, married with two children, as well as a full-time student and housewife. Surprisingly, with more things on my plate, I still love reading and have been trying to find more time to do that. Between school semesters, I am running to the library. My kids, ages 4 and 5, both loved to be read to, and the oldest is in kindergarten and is learning to read. They each have their own library cards and like I did, they usually end up with more books than we can carry! My mom will also stock up on library books for my girls when she knows they’ll be coming to see her. I think I enjoy reading the children’s books almost as much (and sometimes more) than I do reading the ones I picked out for me. Over the Christmas break, I was able to read two books, Stop Dressing your Six Year Old like a Skank and How I Helped O.J. get Away with Murder. These are two completely different types of books and yet I enjoyed them both fully. I have started reading Sophie’s Choice, and hope to finish it soon, though it is one of the harder books I’ve read. Some of the vocabulary is above my own, and makes it crucial to use context clues (and I’ve even had to break out the dictionary a time or two). I have also blogged some in the past year or so. I have recently created a new blog. It has no real theme, but is just about what’s happening in the lives of me and my family. I think it’s great to have some record of big events and even the small ones that just explain who we are at this given time in our lives. I enjoy it, but am frustrated at my lack of wit when writing.
As I think about teaching and how literature will be a vital part of that, I am both overjoyed and somewhat rattled. Before I started doing any school observations, I would’ve just been overjoyed. When reading is such a fun hobby of mine, I couldn’t wait to share that with my students and see the same joy in their faces. However, I was very naïve about many things. My observations made reality hit me in the face. I had no idea how difficult reading is for many children and how others may be able to say the words on a page, but have no feeling behind it, or even a comprehension of the story line. I am hoping to create a love for reading. I think makings sure students have a good grasp on their imaginations and realizing the magic of stories, through thought-out, creative processes, I can achieve this.
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