This blog is about the story of my family here in America. We arrived in the 1630s as Puritans, and became the common folk of the New World.

What the Puritans thought of Halloween


My family, the Puritans, didn't think of Halloween at all. It was just one of the many things that the Protestants had left behind, along with Popes, Priests, Saints, and all of the Catholic ritual of the Church of Rome and the Church of England. My family lived in a world immersed in their faith, every day, every hour, every minute. Their faith was not to be celebrated on holidays, it was to be celebrated with every breath they took. And if you can understand that, you can understand their attitude toward holidays such as Christmas and Thanksgiving. It was just another day to them. Just another holy day.

But, as Cotton Mather wrote in the The Magnalia Christi Americana, (The Glorious Works of Christ in America), in 1702, things started to go terribly wrong almost right away with the glorious hopes of the Puritans in America. During the declension, the high ideals of the Puritans became the horror of the fear of the devil.

Salem, Massachusetts, was to be the new Jerusalem, but instead it has gained notoriety for The Salem Witch Trials. And yes, the Puritans were to blame for deaths of many innocent people who were accused of witchcraft. So instead of building a city on a hill, the Puritans attacked. My 13th Great-Grandfather, the Reverend Samuel Stone, was an early attacker. He prosecuted one of the earliest witchcraft trials in Connecticut in 1646.
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