When I was growing up in New Iberia, Louisiana, we celebrated my grandmother's birthday (the first Miss Lottie) by going to the graveyard with a picnic lunch and white paint and painting the graves. November 1st, All Saint's Day, was a school holiday, probably statewide holiday, but I assumed when the Lottie's reached a certain age (my Mom's a Lottie, too) Louisiana understood the importance of the Lottie's and made our birthday a holiday. Mother and I are still waiting for Texas to get with the program, or maybe get some above ground graves for goodness sakes.
To digress, here's a picture of me and the Sisters at Lynn's great party last night. You knew I had more than one Halloween persona.
Happy All Saints Day