Well it is almost here, Halloween. I just recently read that
lawmakers, who seem to have way too much time on their hands, are deciding whether to have this ghoulish holiday land on Saturday each and every year. Indeed, it takes a room full of lawmakers to
make that very difficult life threatening decision. What about these evangelical Christians demanding we should hand out the Bible as the treat? Wow how many Bibles can a child bring home? It was be a Bag-O-Bible fest, and that sure would take the fun away. Hey, all sarcasm aside, Halloween has survived many odds despite what day of the week it falls on and it got me thinking…
In my day, Halloween was a safe form of entertainment no matter what day it landed on and it was fun despite the fact we got candy instead of Bibles. In fact so safe was this sweet holiday that many of us kids would spend weeks and weeks getting ready for it. Sometimes we planned extravagant routes simply because we could. We trusted people, we
trusted that the candy wasn’t tainted and that people were watching out for one another. That as we all know is a thing of the past.
What I loved about Halloween back then was the people enjoyed it. If adults could not dress up and go out, they loved giving the candy out. They would open their door, look at you, and try to guess who you were. You would stand there with your bag held out and your arms getting tired
as they kept guessing, even though they knew who you were. However, you would wait so you could get that candy.
Speaking of candy, that is one thing that really has changed. When I was a kid, we would get full sized candy bars, not little bitty bars that can fit on a teaspoon. I am talking regular sized Hershey bars, Snickers, Milky Way bars, large rolls of Lifesavers, Baby Ruth bars, large suckers, candy
cigarettes and wax lips. Occasionally you would get loose candy like M&M’s or candy corn; those were the things that we would just dump out. They tasted weird because it would taste like some of the copper pennies that you got. See back then, five pennies could get you a piece of candy of your choice, and some people even handed out dimes. SCORE!
As we got older and planned our routs out for different neighborhoods,
we sometimes would change our outfits as well. That way it was like going
twice. Oh yes the Halloween outfits. I think the first Halloween I remember was I went as Casper the Friendly Ghost. I am not sure, but I am pretty sure and what I recall is not the stiff smelly plastic mask, but the nasty suit I had to put on. It itches, even though I wore my PJ’s under it. I actually went in PJ’s once and had a blast. If I could I would live in my PJ’s so for me that was always fun.
As I got older I seemed to have more fun making my own costumes up rather than going to the Woolworths or Thrifty’s costume rack. It was creative and allowed you room to think and really go all out.
I live out on a ranch now, we don’t get anyone that does trick or treat out here unless one of the chickens or goats want to come knocking at the door, and of course if that happened, I would be scared out of my wits! I
recall two years ago when I lived in a neighborhood, I think we counted under a dozen trick or treaters and we lived in a family neighborhood. It is somewhat sad really. I am grateful I lived in a time where Halloween really was about trick or treat. It was a fun time where kids were safe and the streets were swarming with little goblins, yummy treats and fun outfits.
Well Happy Halloween to you all, would love to know what you
recall about Halloween when Halloween was Halloween.