You really have to love Halloween, it’s such an American tradition. OK, maybe it didn’t originate here in the USA but it’s been here for a long, long time and for the most part, as far as I can tell, it’s pretty much the same as it was when I was a kid and I think the same as when my father was a kid and he’s 92!
This year I had one Soul-Taker, one Werewolf and one Veterinarian. I had to smile when they all elected to abandon their fancy pre-made trick or treat bags in favor of the traditional, always-reliable, never-fail, pillowcase. And, they acted like this was an original idea! I mean seriously, did they actually think they were the first kids to think of using a pillowcase to haul their loot around in? I think not!
The night’s festivities started on a dead-end street with a pre-trick or treat Halloween party. Here the Soul-Taker, Werewolf and Veterinarian hooked up with a few clowns, candy corns, a Cat-in-the-Hat, a few dead Presidents, a witch or two and an assortment of other characters all primed for a night of first-rate candy collecting. The parents, just like thousands of parents before, hovered nearby; the dads with their flashlights in hand and the mothers with their motherly look of concern on their faces. Some things never change!
Just as soon as darkness fell, the kids were off like a shot! Big boys went with other big boys, girls paired off with other girls, and little kids pretty much ran with anybody they could in an effort to ditch the old guy with the flashlight that trailed close behind. Ring a bell?
By 8pm my Werewolf and Veterinarian were home going through their stash sampling bits of this and that along the way. My 11-year-old Soul-Taker staggered through the door closer to 9 with a sack on his back weighing north of 15 pounds. He proceeded to dump his haul on the coffee table and then went about counting each piece of candy to see how the night had treated him. Snicker bars, Milk Duds, Milky Ways, Hershey bars, Nestle Crunch Bars, Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups, Butterfingers, Clark Bars and more, they were all there, just as they had been when I was a kid. I had to wonder, hasn’t anyone invented anything in the way of good candy in the past 50 years?
“277 pieces he shouted, now that’s what I call a good night’s work.” I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help but smile as I remembered my own days of trick or treating, how similar things have remained I thought, how similar I hope they will remain 100 years from now. I guess time will tell.
Happy Halloween Everyone!
On we go…