I used to love Halloween – don’t get me wrong I still like it! I just lost it when we moved to the country.
Sure we see the pumpkins and the scarecrows, the spiders decorate the wires along the roadside with gossamer webs. Leaves turn colors and the silly witch the golf course sticks out of the phone pole (she crashes her broom into it every year and it makes me grin) The stores are full of candy and costumes – no, wait – that was in August. Halloween has been tucked behind December fol-der-ol.
When I was a kid we were on a tight budget and our costumes were stricly concocted by what was in the house. Daddy’s old flannel shirt, a stick, a bandana, and a bit of Mama’s make-up made me a hobo. An old skirt, a tired wig, dangling earrings made my sister a Gypsy. My brother was small and a pillowcase transported him to Casper the friendly ghost. I was the eldest and leader of the pack – draggin not only mine, but my brothers bag of goodies to keep him from gobbling up every morsel. Then we were treated to homemade popcorn balls, cookies, gum, and every type of candy known to manking. We were forced into making out haul last at least a week – if not a month!
Taking my kids around for trick or treat was as big a treat for me as it was them -
We have lived in the country for many years now and there are no little goblins, witches or hobos knocking on our door. I miss them! I don’t miss the leftover candy sitting around tempting my sweet tooth. I miss the excitement and the wide eyed wonder of the children as they make their way through the dusk.
HAPPY HALLOWEEN everyone – be safe and buy your own chocolate!