tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784285653010648547.post5098683839960576856..comments2024-03-18T23:25:55.606-04:00Comments on PUMPKINROT.COM: The Blog: Plastic MasksRothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11329750481399948095noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784285653010648547.post-56471193949253245872009-02-02T19:35:00.000-05:002009-02-02T19:35:00.000-05:00i remember having a frankenstien plastic mask, and...i remember having a frankenstien plastic mask, and yes, sticking my tongue into the small opening. couldnt resist!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784285653010648547.post-63509735396221319532009-02-02T18:00:00.000-05:002009-02-02T18:00:00.000-05:00I bet there were a lot of Casper's running around ...I bet there were a lot of Casper's running around in the late 70's and early 80's. I had that costume one year too. Like Ghoul Friday said, I can remember trying to push my tongue through the little mouth hole on some of those masks. I think it might have gotten kind of stuck on more than one occasion, I remember being afraid of that but I kept doing it anyway. What else was I supposed to do when walking from house to house?Grimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05369930481493283849noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784285653010648547.post-32136955086102687392009-02-02T13:51:00.000-05:002009-02-02T13:51:00.000-05:00Oh my gosh, what MEMORIES! I had just turned 3 in...Oh my gosh, what MEMORIES! I had just turned 3 in 1974 (the date on your source pic) and was probably begging to be Casper... If I close my eyes, I can still feel the thinness of that mask, the little string that snapped to the back your your head.<BR/><BR/>Wow, what a great shot - who knew it would bring back such great memories! (I just couldn't verbalize it near as well as Ghoul Friday!) ;)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11936405390121535135noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784285653010648547.post-68383699396443943982009-02-02T08:36:00.000-05:002009-02-02T08:36:00.000-05:00Ah yes. Talk about sensory memories. I can remembe...Ah yes. Talk about sensory memories. I can remember the dampness on my face created by the humidity of my breath trapped between my skin and the hard plastic. <BR/><BR/>But even clearer is the sensation of pressing the tip of my tongue into the tiny breathing hole for the mouth: a perfect little circle with hard edges, better designed for a cribbage board than a portal for air (which is where I can understand how your father felt they didn't finish cutting the holes in the mask).Ghoul Fridayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09783865823490404290noreply@blogger.com