So that first year during the honeymoon bliss, I took it to heart that my husband went all out for Halloween. I was used to his minimalist attitude by then. If he said he "did Halloween" then come the 31st of October, we would DO Halloween! It meant getting lights and decorations and pumpkins and other spooky decor.
It wasn't until I spent two days decorating our yard that he informed me that all he did was carve a pumpkin or two every year. We had SIX huge pumpkins!
Being newly married, I wasn't sure that that was grounds for a divorce or killing him. But we've made Halloween our holiday to celebrate ever since.
That first year, I put up a headless College Student. The second year I had a better College Student. The third year, I got creative and did our first Die Hard figure. I thought about it for days--something to honor my beloved husband. I put together new body parts with the help of my friend Jo and we set up the Die Hard Fisherman. I wish I had gotten a picture of it. He was sitting in the old rattan princess chair over the rock garden with my husband's antique bamboo (oops!) fishing pole that had a skull hanging off the end of the line. He made people stop and stare.
The next year, I ran out of time between graduate classes and did a hasty Die Hard Griller. I figured he was for me since I love to grill. He actually scared a couple of kids who thought he was really roasting people.
The next year, I had been working with a non-profit animal welfare and had volunteered at numerous spay-neuter clinics. That gave me a wonderful idea for the Die Hard Advocate. He was a hit with the adults and I hoped it helped the cause. My husband likes carving pumpkins. The pirate was his first masterpiece.