Memories from Halloweens Past
Finally, we have a touch of Fall in New England. Colors in the tree start to look. We had some quick nights, almost touching the frost marks. With Halloween only ten days away, the memories of the past celebrations that floated in my mind went back to the front.
As children, my sister, brother, and I will grip the cupboard and destroy our brains to know what we will get. I somehow always end up being a criminal. Not in the budget to buy items like princess dresses, also my talent is big enough to achieve such a thing.
During his college years, his memory was different. Trick or treat with mugs to various fraternities usually keep us in trouble.
Living in a small American town, the Fire Department held a Halloween party for the children of their members. My husband is a volunteer so we will go every year. One year we found a bold blow up thing worn on our oldest son’s head. She is a happy child to stand out among the crowd but not win the prize. The following year, the costume was handed over to the # 2 kid. He won the first prize with it. Child # 1 is very angry. Memories from Halloweens Past
As young people are married, we attend parties of different kinds. The intention is to go and not be recognizable. We finished that year as a husband in army uniform and mummy – wrapped in a torn and gauze. The best part of the meeting was that their almost grown boys did not believe he could not recognize who was behind the makeup. Mission accomplished.
Because I am not very talented in handicrafts, I try to make the house welcomed by the children in Trick or Treat neighborhood. Having a reputation for handing out full-sized candies does not hurt. And depending on time and finances, I try to decorate for one night only. In the past I have taken days to choose patterns for the carvings of pumpkins, always trying for three completely different designs. I also bought a white lunch bag and stuffed either a black chunk of a witch, a sizzling cat, or a bat in a bag. I weigh it with sand and turn on the battery-operated tea lights in it. I use this to queue up to the front door. At the door, the children are greeted by a terrible witch that moves on. He floats away from the front door and has surprised more than one accompanying adult. Fun stuff !! Memories from Halloweens Past
Lately, we are divorced and gay widows have gathered at my house. We shared food and took turns answering the door to skip the presents. We tried to play the card between the doorbell ringing. It does not always allow us to keep track of who plays it, but we have fun, eat chocolate, and eat well.
October is also the time I started baking for the holidays. I have a fruit cake I make by a dozen as a gift for friends and family. Fortunately, this is a good recipe. It was taken to the ship from England when my mother immigrated. It’s a two-day affair and as I earn so much, you’ll never know when the kitchen will be filled with their scent. The favorite memory I get from Halloween is one day from Trick or Treat. I took the fruit cake from the oven and took out the candy. When two young men left the door, I heard someone say to the other “Child. The house must smell nice.”