Halloween Displays, Part II

Ain't no stoppin' us now! Cranberry County Magazine is driving through your town, photographing your yard... all in search of cool Halloween Displays! We don't ask, we take!

We posted Part One yesterday, and we'll be laying down the law all week, probably on the daily.

We questioned Facebook, and let the people dictate our travels. We covered a lot of ground, and here's some of what we found.

We caught this family in the act! Busted!

This family, in Plymouth, is unique in that we spoke to them before shooting. I generally avoid doing so. I'm a very large man, and I dress shabbily enough that generous people tell me that I look like a basketball coach... while others say that I look homeless. I'm not the guy you want to see walking into your yard, and I'd fully understand if someone shot me.

"That's the life, that I lead..."

Cranberry County Magazine will always be up in your spot. Jessica's very first article with me ended up with us being spoken to by a Detective, although that was pretty much 105% my fault. Hey, I thought Edaville Railroad was abandoned, like Rocky Point or Pripyat.... honest mistake, the detective understood fully.

I should never get out of the car, but sometimes I do.

No, we don't decorate our own yard. We have a pumpkin, and we may even carve it, but that's about it.

I have a pretty isolated house, not many people see it. No one in my neighborhood has had a trick-or-treater in the ten years I've lived here. I enjoy Halloween vicariously through creative people, just like you are doing right now.

I don't even take my own kid around the neighborhood, nor do any of the parents I see at the bus stop. I take my kid to a high-end neighborhood in Duxbury, where we aim for full-size candy bars. It works better than you'd think it would.

They may be on to me on Washington Street, however. We might have to try Shore Road in Chatham or Jerusalem Road in Cohasset this year.

Jessica, who is considerably smaller than I am, has already refused in advance and (forgive my Latin legalese) ad infinitum to wear a kid's costume and a mask to disguise her adult appearance and double our candy haul. I was kind of hoping for Sexy Nurse.

Also, if I am trick-or-treating with two kids, people will give me beer. Most suburban homeowners keep beer handy, and drop one on an adult herding around a sizable group of kids. A parent needs fortification on cold autumn nights.

Again, this strategy works better than you'd think it would.

Maybe things are different than when I was a kid. Maybe I got too big, and the decorations that scared me as a child now are like the 30" faux Stonehenge from Spinal Tap. Maybe I should blame shoddy Asian manufacturing.

It seemed like every house in Quincy in the 1970s was done up for Halloween. My 1980s hood in Duxbury was a bit less decorated, but that was also a highly isolated village that had maybe 20 people living in it after Labor Day.

It's the hyper-suburban forest/tree question... if you put a pumpkin or your steps and no one sees it, did you really decorate?

That's not a problem the people in the pictures you see today have, because Cranberry County Magazine cares enough to go out and document the fun.

Other things that I never encountered in the 1970s includes our aborted mission to the Pine Hills of Plymouth.

The Pine Hills looked tremendous on paper. Nice houses, rich people, and the sheer size of the place means that there must be a ton of kids. Of course it was going to be decorated.

We paused outside the entrance. We only had a little sunlight left to work with. The question that was stopping us... would a place like that have restrictions on decorations?

Time is money, daylight was wastin', and we didn't have any leads in that neighborhood. We headed inland, to the house with the spooky statues in the yard.

We weren't at Versailles, either.

Don't get me wrong, it was a sweet house, just maybe not statue-sweet. I'm pretty sure that this was Middleboro.

Middle Bro has some cool 1800s houses, and is spooky in her own right, but this yard was trippin' balls. I'd hate to go there at night, and would probably refuse to enter the yard unless they were handing out Kit-Kats or something yummy.

I'm lucky that I don't take LSD anymore, because this house would have broken me if I had been Walking With The King.

This is the most ostentatious flowerpot that I have ever seen. I think that may be Atlas.

The ladder implies that this house isn't finished yet, always a plus mark in the Hardcore category.

We sort of ran three trips so far. We did a Weymouth-Hingham-Norwell-Hanover run that started too late and was interrupted by a nice dinner at Wahlburgers.

The next day, we worked Plymouth, Kingston, Plympton and Halifax.

Yesterday, we finished Halifax after going through Rochester, Carver, Bridgewater and both parts of Whitman/Hanson.

Our two big remaining trips- and this is both weather and auto permitting- are Duxbury and Cape Cod. I may run a Bourne-Wareham trip today if I can sneak away from the Ol' Ball & Chain.

Stay Spooky!

South Shore Foliage, 10/21/15

We rolled out with monster truck force all over the South Shore's interior as we tracked down the places that have already turned over. This is East Monponsett Lake, in Halifax.

This part of Massachusetts (Plympton, Route 106) gets some cool foliage. It just tends to be worked into the proverbial Sea Of Green. No, I have no idea why one tree is orange and every other one is green, that's between you and Mother Nature. I just click the camera and write the captions, friend.

You don't get those Vermont calendar pictures in Duxbury. I have no mountains to look down from, and too many pine trees. At times, I'm reduced to shooting at branches on a single tree.

We were gonna shoot video, but..well, trees don't really do that much. We were ready to turn the video on if a Sasquatch walked out of a South Halifax forest.

Kingston got some licks in, especially in the Jones River Reservoir area off Route 80. We started in Duxbury, then went into Kingston. We essentially flipped a coin as to left or right onto Rout 80, we went right and found this about 100 yards later.

If you take your glasses off, it looks like a tree fire. I should have rolled a smoke bomb under that, or maybe even exhaled a fat hit into the picture just before I clicked.

We got a cloudy day for Rural Exploration, but there was no wind, so we got some sweet lake-reflection shots.

We have mobile photography capabilities, they even come out sometimes.

With Monponsett Lake(s), we're in there like swimwear.

We're just warming up, so we have plenty of more work to do. We may still expand our reach up into the Athol/Ashburnham corridor, they're peaking right now.

We will also be all over the South Coast, South Shore, and Cape Cod. You know were good like that.

Early Season Bog-Trotting

With a name like Cranberry County Magazine, you know it's only a mater of time before we head out into the bogs.

One disadvantage we have is that, much like the foliage, the bogs are flooded and harvested from north to south, and we live in the far southern part of that equation. That means that our bogs aren't being harvested like the ones in other regions.

Of course, bogs tend to be large and difficult to manage, and they have to sort of draw a grid and work section-by-section. It takes time to cover all of those acres, so we will be able to get all stages of the cranberry harvest cycle just by stumbling around town.

Today, we'll roll through Carver, Wareham, Plympton, Duxbury and Buzzards Bay. There are bogs all over our reading area, and we'll try to pop in on the more scenic ones as the harvest season progresses.

Our light was sort of rough, as you can see. We get the kid off the bus at quarter to four, and we had to make our way out into Bog Country, aka Carver.

I'm not that into Creationism, but if I was, it wouldn't be hard to rationalize God making Carver right after He figured out that cranberry sauce was tasty... or perhaps even after He realized that you need cranberries to make a Cape Codder. He probably got to it very early in the Earth-making process.

"I'd better allot some space for cranberries... right abouttttt... HERE!" (points at map, about where Carver will one day be)... and it was Good.

I have no intention of digging up this information, but I would guess that there is more acreage devoted to cranberry farming in Carver than there is to housing the whole population of Carver.

Somebody- be it God or John Alden or whoever- really liked cranberries, because southeastern Massachusetts is literally covered in bogs.

That works for us. Gas is cheap, and so is Cranberry County Magazine.

As I said before, the light was less than ideal. I'd do better with a 11 AM start time. Notice here that the trees are lit wonderfully, but the bog was very dark. I was shooting with late-day sun and tall trees behind me. This is what you get.

This is sort of a warm-up for future articles where they are actually harvesting berries via flotation. We dipped all over Carver and her neighbors, and most bogs aren't being flooded yet around here. I know the guy in Buzzards Bay told me "after Halloween."

Only part of one bog on North Carver Road in Wareham was flooded and had floating berries, and that is the one you'll see splattered all over this article. The bog above is still getting ready to drop.

By contrast, this bog below (in Duxbury) was flooded by her reservoir. We'll come back and check her out later.

You need all of that water for the bogs. Most and maybe all bogs are built near a copious supply of water. They sort of pump it in and out of the bogs as they need it, either to feed the cranberries or to protect them from the cold.

I don't know how they did it before the Industrial Revolution, and this may have required the efforts of 100 men and a bucket line for all I know. Now, they just use pumps.

Those little houses that you see on cranberry bogs usually contain the water pumping equipment. One of the structures may be an outhouse, so don't drink any water from them until you talk to someone who works there.

We want you healthy.

Here are the little houses. It's a bit blurry. The shot REALLY sucked before I got into the editing, and I don't edit photos very well.

The reason that you flood bogs, besides doing so to loosen the berries for harvesting, is to protect them from freezing temperatures.

Otherwise, everything gets all icy. This is a bad thing to have happen to fruit which you plan to harvest.

We did have a freeze the other morning, and OF COURSE the team went out to find a frozen bog for some ice pictures. We are up at the dawn and driving for miles and miles to get you shots like the one below.

OK, it's across the road from where I live., and I stared at it for 5 minutes before "taking a picture of it" occurred to me.

They may have already harvested that part of the bog, or else that could be an Epic Fail. I'm not agricultural enough to know for sure. They are always very kind to my photographers and I, so I'm hoping this is No Big Deal.

That bog (Mann Farms, in Buzzards Bay) has some sort of project going on that merits having a giant crane out there. We'll sneak out there for a pictorial when the dice come up that way for the column.

Eventually, they flood the bog and let it freeze. Then, they put a skim coating of sand on it.

I knew at least one kid in my school days who thought that bog owners sanded the ice to keep kids from skating on a Liability Ice Arena. No. They're actually just giving the vines a fresh coat of sand.

The sand goes on the ice, the ice melts, and the sand settles into the bogs all uniform-like. Gravity handles the distribution process well enough. The sand method was invented on Cape Cod by a man who noticed that cranberries grew really well in areas that the ocean had covered with sand after a storm.

Therefore, bogs keep mountains of sand handy for the winter, just like the Highway Department does.

We worked until the sun set, so we'll give you some cranberry bog sunset shots.

Here's the one I took:

Here's the one I edited:

We'll be back with more soon, and I promise to put Jessica and Sara on the camera next time.

A Visit To Billingsgate Farm In Plympton

from the Billingsgate Farm website

Let it be known that we favor certain local establishments in our reading area. You'll notice this as the column spills out over the years.

We regularly visit Mann Farms in Buzzards Bay, which is the source of most of our cranberry pictures. The fact that it is across the street from my neighborhood helps things along.

When I make tea for extended writing sessions, I use nothing in it but local honey made by Jenny Dee's Bees. I need to convince Jenny to bottle her honey in little plastic squeezy-bears, but that will only just improve something that is already awesome.

When I need farm stand stuff, I go to Billingsgate Farm in Plympton.

Very few and perhaps not any Shanghai tweens were injured by sweatshop drill presses making this pumpkin.

A lot of people buy their produce and even their pumpkins from Wal-Mart, and that's all well and good. We all wander into Wally now and then.

However, if doing so means that you drive by a local farm where you can take the pumpkin off the vine yourself, you're makig a great and terrible mistake.

Almost all Americans were farmers once, and the ones who weren't were almost toddler-dependent upon those who were. Times change, and we went from an agricultural nation to an industrial nation to a service economy. Farming, and the farmland, shrank away from the norm.

 Many and perhaps most Americans might not even know a farmer these days. That's a mistake, and it's one you can rectify for your family by pulling into somewhere like Billingsgate Farm.

"Massachusetts" isn't what comes to mind when you talk farms, but we have people out there putting in work. 

Your local farm stand will fill many of your culinary needs. Have no doubt that one of the important people to know during the proverbial Zombie Apocalypse would be a farmer. I'd be dead as soon as the last Pop-Tarts went bad, personally.

Not the farmer. Old McDonald, if he had enough kids and enough guns, could hold out just fine if the ship hit the fan. Well, at least he wouldn't starve.

In a more realistic scenario, we can remember the words of, uhm, somebody (editor's note: William Jennings Bryan):

"The great cities rest upon our broad and fertile prairies. Burn down your cities and leave our farms, and your cities will spring up again as if by magic; but destroy our farms, and grass will grow in the streets of every city in the country."

You can't speak more plainly than that, player...

How do you like them apples?

It is also Ground Zero for any Halloween shopping.

Remember, Halloween is at least tied to ancient Harvest Festivals. For most of human history, communities lived or died with the quality of their harvest. You can base a pretty good short story around people who are willing to kill to see to a good harvest.

Shirley Jackson's masterpiece wouldn't work at the Market Basket, and would only work in allegory at Wal-Mart. Linus, to my knowledge, wasn't waiting for the Great Pumpkin in the parking lot at the Winn-Dixie, or however they spell that.

Linus knows enough to go right to the source. He's in a pumpkin patch. Why go anywhere else, especially some big Eastern corporation?

I may be wrong (I was born in Dorchester), but I think this is a pumpkin blossom before it gets big.

You can also get other important Halloween stuff at a farm stand. They have corn stalks, Indian corn, hay bales, and whatever else you may need.

You don't grow Mouthwash or Ceiling Fans at local farms, so I can understand why you might go to a Wal-Mart for things like that. Society is good like that, they congregate stuff you need near wherever you may be needing it.

However, if you drive by the actual Harvest to go to something with asphalt around it to get the stuff for your home's harvest season look, you're just fooling yourself... no matter what you tell yourself.

Places like Billingsgate Farm get superpowers at Halloween, too.

Sally won't come home with dirty knees from this pumpkin patch, at least in theory...

Take the whole Fam Damily down to a farm stand AT LEAST to get a pumpkin. Walking around the perimeter of a farm to get your pumpkin beats down getting one out of a box at the Target.

You'll notice that you can get them out of a big box if you really want to. Either that, or those boxes are going to whoever will be marking them up before you buy them. Why pay a middleman?

Besides, farmers often go to great lengths to get people to support their local farms. Billingsgate farm becomes a sort of low-key theme park during the harvest season.

Even before you get out of the car, you're surrounded by pumpkins and gourds of all sorts. Never underestimate how cool that is in a society that is largely suburban and urban.

Tremendous for Jack-o-Lanterns.

Billingsgate Farm goes all-in during the harvest season. Here's what this little farm is offering the community:

- A Corn Maze. They should leave it open after Halloween during blizzards for families that wish to re-enact the climax of The Shining. The GPS feature where you can find your way out of the Billingsgate Farm maze would have most likely made things end better for Jack Nicholson.

- The aforementioned pumpkin patch. If "aforementioned" doesn't mean whatever part of the story we had the pumpkin patch in, well, you know what we mean.

- A food and picnic area, if you want to stretch the trip out. You never go wrong eating right from the farm, player.

- Don't forget the Hay Rides!

Hay, Hay Hay...

Maze Hours & Admission

Be prepared to get lost on a fantastic adventure. Inside our 3-acre Maize Quest® Corn Maze, you will find twisting pathways, questions and answers, and picture rubbings. It’s a maze, it’s a game, it’s educational, and it’s FUN!

General Admission
TICKET PRICES:
Adults (13yrs and older)…………………………………….$10.95/person
Youth (3-12yrs)………………………………………………$9.95/child

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Discounted Prices:
Senior Citizen (65yrs and older)……………………………$8.95/person
Police/Military………………………………………………$8.95/person
Girl Scouts………………………………………………….$2 OFF admission
Bradford Inn & Suites Guests………………………………$2 OFF admission

Children 2 years and under are FREE with a paying adult
All youths must be accompanied by an adult – no exceptions!
Note: Last tickets are sold 1 hour before closing

All attractions are included in the maze admission except refreshments, pumpkins, and items at the farm stand.

Corn stalks are essential to proper Halloween decorating.

ADDITIONAL OPTIONS:
Pumpkins……………………………………………………Priced per pound

GROUPS
Visit our Groups page for discounted rates and info for groups of 15 or more.

2015 Corn Maze Operation Season & Hours
Billingsgate Corn Maze & Farm Attractions are open in the fall September 19th through November 1st.

Open Weekends Only !
Saturday & Sunday 10AM – 6PM

Groups of 15 or more may book during the week with advance registration.

Flashlight Nights (Extended Hours)
Come try our maze in the dark for a different twist – but be sure to bring a flashlight in case you “get lost”!

October 17, 2015: Open 6PM – 9PM
October 24, 2015: Open 6PM – 9PM

Special Events/Holidays
Monday, October 12th – Columbus Day (10AM – 6PM)
Sunday, November 1, 2015 – Dog Days at the Maze (10AM – 6PM) – Bring your dog to the maze!

Rules
No Alcohol allowed anywhere on the farm
Do not run in the maze.
Do not smoke in the maze.
Do not break the ribbon.
Do not cut through the corn.
Do not pick the corn.
Do not use foul language.
No pets are permitted in the maze

Learn more at Billingsgate Farm.com