Ryma Loved Halloween

Ryma loved Halloween! She would throw herself into it each year. I don’t mean with month-long decorations, or throwing parties, but she was all-in for trick-or-treating, to include always wearing a costume, and she loved it when kids would greet her with “hi, Cinderella,” or whatever her costume happened to be!

Ryma, Angel and Oma, 2016 Fall Fest Trunk-or-Treat at Grace United Methodist Church, Manassas, Virginia. The three ladies are joined by the “Rufferee.” He came with the next car over; they had a baseball theme going, but his outfit matched the prison garb, so he joined in the photos!

The first couple of years that we lived in Bristow, our routine was that I’d take Angel and Jessica out trick-or-treating, and Ryma would stay home to hand out candy. She loved it! After a couple years, when the girls lost interest in going door-to-door, I’d stay home and hand out candy with her.

I’m not sure why she liked Halloween so much. Maybe just because it’s so fun. Maybe because it’s quintessentially American. When I first met her, I asked her what Jakarta was like. She described a city with shopping malls that had all the same chain stores and restaurants as we have in the US. As a Christian, her calendar of holidays wasn’t significantly different from ours: Christmas, Easter, etc. Halloween, on the other hand, is uniquely American. Anyway, as a sign of the extent to which she assimilated, she was all-American!

When I say “she” put up decorations each year, I mean that she had me put up decorations. See-through screens in the windows with opaque backdrops, strobe lights to flash through, not to mention carving jack-o-lanterns. Each year I’d encourage her to back off a little, frankly because I hoped each year to do a little less work. Sadly, I got my wish this year. I put up a few things, and was prepared to hand out candy, but Halloween was bittersweet this year. Fortunately, by strange coincidence, the girls were both home from school to help soften the blow.

These are just a couple pictures of Ryma celebrating her last Halloween in 2016. By this point, we knew that her cancer had returned, and that she would resume chemotherapy, but from the pictures you’d never know it. She never, ever stopped smiling.

Post Office

U.S. Post Office, Calverton, Virginia

One need not travel too far to the west of our suburban home to realize that we live on the edge of rural Virginia, and Ryma used to love to go for drives in the country (especially drives in the snow)! We encountered a number of “landmarks” in that area over the years as we traveled most of the roads in Prince William and Fauquier counties.

As much as we enjoyed the back roads, we didn’t really  have to get too far off the beaten path to see the Post Office pictured here. It’s on route 28 between Nokesville and Bealton. We traveled that route frequently on the way to Williamsburg, or Fredericksburg, or  just cutting through the countryside to reach I-95.

Ryma always liked the little A-frame building. It’s the Post Office in Calverton, Virginia. We joked about going in sometime to buy stamps or post letters. We never did stop though, because whenever we passed it, it was always closed. I stopped to take some pictures recently. Maybe some day I’ll stop in and buy those stamps.