Growing up we were not allowed to go trick or treating. My mother was too spooked about the tales of people lacing candy with drugs or sticking razor blades in apples. I was allowed to “dress up” with whatever my imagination could come up with and go next door to my babysitter’s house. I usually grabbed my dad’s clothes and made myself a hobo. I loved going down the hill to Mrs. Kidd’s house. She always made homemade popcorn balls and candy or caramel apples. And the best part was that she made a special treat bag just for me which meant that mine was much bigger, and I got all of the leftovers the next day. My father always took us to the local general store and let us pick out all the junk we wanted. My mom turned out all of our lights and pretended we were not at home. Candy was never handed out at our house.
However, I envied the excitement of the kids at school. They talked for weeks about their costumes. When they found out I couldn’t trick or treat, they looked at me like I was walking around with two heads. (Now, that would’ve been a great costume!) I’ll never forget gorging on my friend, Tee’s candy forever after Halloween. I was in awe at the stash she always had. She would have an entire paper grocery sack filled to the top. Now of course, she had to approve what pieces, she’d allowed me to have, but hey any was better than none!
I suppose it was my lack of Halloween participation that propelled me to go all out with my kids. They always had a choice of whether they wanted store bought or homemade costumes. They did a bit of each through the years. We always went to the carnivals and fests that were held at church and school. They trick or treated through our neighborhood. Dirt Man or myself went with them until they were old enough to go together or in a group with their friends. It was a big deal for them to be able to ditch us and venture out on their own. And like any good mom, I did go through their candy to make sure each piece was properly sealed and appeared tamper-free.
As an adult, I have only once gone to a Halloween party. When I was a hairdresser, we dressed up every year. It was a lot of fun. We were just a bunch of overgrown kids. We were fairly elaborate in our costumes. Most of us made our own. I was Pippy Longstocking one year and a red Crayola crayon another year. I have pictures, but I have no idea where I stashed them…sorry, no photos today!
I still love Halloween. It gives me the opportunity to see certain children that I seldom see. We generally get around a hundred trick or treaters every year. That means I buy a lot of candy. And if I don’t give it all out, it means chocolate for me! And I ALWAYS buy the good stuff. However, one year I gave out toothbrushes. (I worked for a dentist, what can I say?) It was expensive, and the kids were way unappreciative! They wanted CANDY!!!! Really, I can’t say that I blame them.
This was when Oldest was old enough to pick out his own costume. He originally picked out a Barbie costume (which he vehemently denies to this day!), and I coerced him to choose GI Joe instead.
The pictures are stashed away so I couldn’t readily get my hands on the ones of the two of them dressed up, but I did run across this one. I don’t even think it was Halloween here, Oldest had a fascination with clowns and was always dressing himself as one, and youngest wanted to do something, too. He didn’t want the “goop” on his face, so he opted for a headband and was a “girl”. I have a gazillion photos of Oldest in different homemade clown attires and various clown make up. He now hates clowns and says they spook him…go figure!
My Spin on Halloween.