
I was in Puerto Vallarta just prior to the Day of the Dead and it was fun as they have lots of festivities leading up to their holiday, which is much, much bigger than Halloween here. The skeleton decorations seem morbid, but the Day of the Dead is not a time for evil spirits. It’s the day the spirits of your dead family and friends come back to participate in all their favorite earthly vices. A Mexican friend recalls the entire neighborhood camping out in graveyards in a kind of party atmosphere when he was a kid. Shrines are erected to the dead with flowers, candles, photos and favorite foods the departed once enjoyed. Its roots are Aztecan, but the heavy influence of Catholicism has impacted the holiday so there is now a religious aspect involving prayer, as well. I guess the best way to describe it would be a combination of Halloween, Memorial Day and a wake or something. We have nothing like it here.
So anyway, the first night in Puerto Vallarta we had a tropical rainstorm. Perry and I had to walk back to our hotel in pouring rain. We got drenched, which wasn’t so bad as the rain was warm. As we rounded one corner, we saw a welcome sight up ahead. A Woolworths! There is nothing like the smell of Woolworths popcorn. It drew us in with its tantalizing perfume –a combination of buttery bliss, new bicycle tires and Barbie hair.
As we entered I was mildly surprised to see racks and racks of Halloween costumes, just like the pre-Halloween displays of the Woolworths of my childhood long forgotten. Little plastic jack-0-lanterns with black handles formed a pyramid next to a jumble of sugared skulls. I did not realize that Mexican kids trick-or-treat. Though I had seen a few paper jack-o-lanterns around town, October decorations seemed over shadowed by colorful Aztec skeletons.
So what do Mexican kids like to dress up as? There were a number of the usual princess and vampire costumes, and a few devil costumes– but one outift struck me as uniquely Mexican. A Monk. I don’t recall seeing many trick-or-treating monks in my day, but it must be a popular get up, as there were two entire racks of them in all sizes. I saw no Che costumes anywhere, though they were popular in the US this year.
Later a friend mentioned she had attended a Halloween party with a Mexican man who wore an overly large sombrero, carried around a large bottle of tequila and wore a wide leather strap with shot glasses across his chest the way a Mexican bandito might wear a holster of bullets. Essentially he went as a stereotype of himself.
This made me wonder how a deaf person might dress in a way to humor people while at the same time pointing out the ridiculousness of d/Deaf stereotypes. Some thoughts. . . Huge ears and ear muff type ‘hearing aids”, carrying around a bullhorn type thing for the ears, dressing in the shape of a big ILY hand, putting large plastic ears with heaing aids on other places of the body like the middle of the forehead, back of head, butt, belly, arms, legs, etc. Or maybe dressing up as a ‘deaf hero’ A person could really have fun with this.
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So last week at my Buddhist workshop a few people were discussing their experiences of eating during a Buddhist retreat. One ritual the monks practiced involved eating very slowly in silence. While having breakfast they might eat just one raisin at a time. I can’t remember the Japanese term for this but as a deaf person, I totally thought, “No Problem!” I have eaten in silence lots of times. The bigger challenge would be to eat slowly and without using any signs. I wondered what would happen if the Buddhist monks had been Deaf? Would they sneak signs under the table?
Another body part we all identify with would be hands. The Deaf probably love hands more than the deaf, but enough deaf use sign that hands are seen as the epitome of Deaf symbols, especially the 





