Its Halloween and as I watch the sun head toward the evening horizon I can just sense the millions of little kids out “there” chaffing at the bit waiting until that time hen their parents will release them to canvas the neighborhood for the best candy. It looks to be a beautiful evening for trick or treating and the temps will facilitate the event as well as I am sure the temperatures will be in the fifties or so.
Clear and warm who could ask for a better evening to go out?
I am alone at the office this afternoon, the mom’s took the day off to work with their kids to make sure they have a great Halloween and the boss is on vacation. But Vicky just left and we were talking about how in “our” day Halloween was always cold and miserable. That is how I remember the event. We lived on a small farm in South East Boise. We were one of number of small acreages in that area. My point being: in order to get enough candy one could not trick or treat on the farm neighborhood. There were just too few houses to hit. My older brother, who I was sentenced, to go with would put the pressure on the adults to drag us into the city or at least subdivisions which were beginning to crop up in the community in the late fifties and early sixties. ]
I don’t think I really ever like Halloween. I have no fond me memories of this quasi –holiday. What I remember is stupid cloth bunny or ghost costumes with eye holes which seldom lined up with my eyes, if there was a mouth to the costume it was the only orifice even close to a breathing hole. I was the smallest kid in the group for a long while. The goal of the evening was to get to as many doors as possible which meant running from door to door. The big kids had long legs to my short legs and a floppy costume and it seemed I was falling down all over. I was also, slowly becoming blind as my mask shifted and I no longer could see out of the eye holes in the mask. And the night of Halloween, as I remember, was always cold, deathly sometimes it seemed to me. The mouth of the mask had long become drenched with spit as I mouth breathed in the mask, the freezing soon had the wet area of the mask around the mouth frozen! This was disgusting. I was soon falling behind and getting yelled at by the big kids to keep up, the more I ran to keep up the more I stumbled and fell. Each new door to knock first had to be reached by climbing up a host of stairs. By the time our parents or whose ever responsibility was to pick us up I was exhausted, frozen and sore. I usually had just about half the take my brother had and I usually those weird treats like, apples, nickels or the dreaded popcorn ball with out any kind of a wrapper which would stick to everything in the pillow case.
Now a days probably thanks to global warming the season is almost spring like plus costumes which are light weight and built for comfort and individually wrapped candies. It’s almost illegal to give out home made stuff anymore.
Still Halloween is hard to justify anyway one looks at it. Its sort of like porno for kids.