I grew up on roads with no streetlights, but still went out in our homemade costumes and a paper bag to collect the treats. No one ever asked me to do a trick, and since I lived on a dead end dirt road, there wasn’t much lurking in the darkness. I went alone and brought back the booty. I don’t recall eating the candy, but my mother had a sweet tooth and probably devoured it, “saving” me from cavities. Oh sure, Mom.
Halloween is a big deal when you have young children at home. Back in those days, I made the costumes and each had to be unique. I think my most difficult one was sewing an ear of corn, though I did make a bee costume for the youngest, while her sister dressed like a bee keeper.
Then the Owl who taught us not to pollute. “Give a Hoot, Don’t Pollute,” and Smoky the Bear taught us not to start forest fires. Did we listen? You tell me…
I really got into Halloween costumes, creating a bat costume and an elephant man one, a Martha Washington one and a harem one. Not that I was a good seamstress, but for a one-time wearing, I got by.
Now it seems, the majority of Halloween costumes are purchased, worn once and that’s it. Since I live on a dark street, there are never Trick or Treaters, so I’ll probably dress like a witch (no smart remarks here) and put on a green face and hand out candy in my grandson’s neighborhood where mothers haul their little one to where they know the loot is plentiful.
No reason Nana Witch can’t have a little fun too, right?