Well, now that I'm nicely hyped up on a KitKat and Coffee Crisp (and trying to ignore the Aero bar), I wanted to wish you all a fun and chocolate-filled Hallowe'en!
My favourite memories were my Mom sticking our winter jackets on top of our costumes, plus getting way too many disgusting molasses candies and then setting up a "trading" session with my sister. Those were some tough negotiations.
Anyone have memories they'd like to share? Or maybe you're still going out and trying to pass for a greying 12 year old...? I'm onto you!
Could you send some of those KitKats this way??? Please????
Heeheehee!! Our moms did the same thing - dressed us up then put your winter coats over our costumes. Our moms had the jobs of costumes and handing out the treats while our dads were responsible for taking us around the neighborhood and crrying the flashlights.
My favorite memory was being a gypsy witch one year. Mom couldn't decide between the two so just combined them. I got to wear a pair of her "dangly" earrings that were always my favorite. I still have them - mainly for nostalgic reasons now. My most vivid memory... Each Halloween, the schools would hand out little milk cartons to the kids so they could collect money for UNICEF. The first year I brought one home, my dad gave me a choice - collect for UNICEF or collect treats. I couldn't do both because he didn't feel that was fair to ask for both money and treats. I chose UNICEF. It took Mom about 2 minutes to explain to him that he had been handing out money and treats to each child for years. He grumbled to the other fathers all evening and all they could do was laugh. The next morning he shook the milk carton, realized that most neighbors only gave us a few pennies so he filled the carton with his spare change. In his mind, if we got treats then the UNICEF kids deserved full milk cartons. My dad may hve had crusty outside but was a marshmallow inside.
We don't get trick or treaters out here but Ernestine is all dressed up in case we do...
I LOVE Halloween! See, I buy FAR more candy then we will ever hand out. It worked in the country as there were few kids around to visit..Maybe the next door neighbour and their grandkids but that was about it. So I had enough candy to last me until the end of November.
This year we bought four boxes of cadbury carmel bars, minitures, which is about 320 bars. Now, that should do me for quite some time....Sue says not to forget we are in the city now but, hey, how many kids could there be....
As for Halloween when I was a kid, I was a pirate. My grandmother used to make the costume for me and always had a stuffed parrot which she sewed onto the shoulder.
I got to hate that damned bird.
Every time I would knock on a door the lady would open the door I would say "trick or treat" and the lady would say.."My, what a cute parrot. What's his name...." And I would always answer..." Polly.." And she would say.." Does Polly want some candy?"
Now, to small kid just trying to get some goodies,that was a dumb question...The lady was asking me if a stuffed parrot wanted candy....After two years of this pirate gig and the SAME routine, I convinced my grandmother to make me another costume...I became the Wolfman.
That lasted one year as I frightened most of the other kids who would run away which, in hindsight, was terrific as I had the whole street to myself....