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Monday, October 30, 2017
Our Family's Story of Halloween
Daniel, I remember telling you that when I was a young child, my absolute favorite holiday was Halloween. Christmas and Easter were the purview and territory of the adults, and you had to dress as they wished you to. Halloween was another matter. It was the child run and mediated holiday, and we adored it. We often had our costumes planned months in advance, and we would buy elements of them from garage sales or church sales. Some of them were incredibly creative. We would choose our costumes and then my mother would sew an accessory or two for us on the sewing machine.
When we were very young, we walked, before dusk, to all of our neighbors, and since we lived in the country, that would only be about nine neighbors if you walked several miles. Because the neighbors knew that we would be getting to a maximum of nine, they would give fairly generous offerings. It was also the only time we would see some of these neighbors all year.
As we grew and became twelve or thirteen, we went farther afield. We walked and hit the local neighbors before dusk and then when dusk came, my friend's mother would take us to the subdivisions which were about fifteen miles away. She gave us shopping bags and the name of the game was to move as fast as possible. Of course, the people who were seeing fifty children a night adjusted their offerings downward, but that wasn't the point. It was a candy treasure hunt......a one day special. The funny thing is that we didn't really eat all of that candy. Our parents would check it, we ate some, and we would give some away to our friends at school. Some of it would still be sitting in the bag at Christmas. The last year I trick or treated, a pizza place in the valley gave a slice of pizza to each child on Halloween.
By the time I had my own children, the carefree days of letting your children walk on country roads at dusk were over. We feared poisonings, abductions, and accidents on those same country roads, because by then, all of those things had happened. When your brother and sister were small, I would take them to selected neighbors who knew us, and since your sister was a Type I diabetic, they had special sugar free treats especially for her. When we moved to the suburbs, and had the big white house, your Dad took the two older kids, your brother, and you to neighbors, while I gave out candy to more than a hundred kids, most years. One Halloween evening, your Dad had to go out and restock our supply two more times!
By the time you were of prime trick or treating age, America had fallen out of love with the holiday. By then, we lived here on the farm, and the closed gates at dusk ensured that no one would be coming here. Instead of trick or treating, churches and local groups arranged Harvest Festivals, with a bonfire, a pot luck dinner, candy, costumes and all your friends. On that Saturday, you and your friends would play games until late at night.
I hope you had as much fun on those days as we did.
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