Aren't these ladies perfect for the season?
My mother wasn't a fan of Halloween so I wasn't allowed to do Trick or Treat. Which is a little surprising now that I think about it because she did Halloween Trick or Treating when she was a girl. I remember her telling me that they would go house to house and shout Trick for a Treat. Then they would be invited inside and have to sing a song or in my mother's case, if they had a piano she would play a piano piece. Then they would get a penny for a treat. Remember that was in the early 1930s
I only remember one costume and that was when my parents had finished building their "rec room" in the basement and they had their first big party.
It was my job to open the door for the guests. I vaguely remember wearing a sheet or pillowcase as a costume.
Not the same for my children, of course, they had costumes, home made until that was unacceptable and it had to be store bought.
Face paint was always chosen over masks. Rubber masks got hot and sweaty. Painting your face green was much more fun.
The garage had to be prepared for Halloween. Decorations put up, the table set up and a large coffee urn, rescued from St. Vincent's, with the Logo of a Bug Killing Company, on it, held hot apple cider. A plate of home made gingersnaps were for the Trick or Treater's. Not something you can do in this day and age.
Out house was the one where kids and parents came to warm up with the cider and actually have something to eat. We didn't hand out candy.
One year, one of the boys stood on the garage roof, I think it was James, as Death.
Most people thought it was a stuffed figure, he did such a good job.
One year, not my best year, I dressed as a clown. The one from Saturday Night Live and whacked kids and parents with a large stuffed sock.
One year, John and I were the Coneheads, again SNL living large in our lives.
Our house was decorated, spooky figures and sounds coming from it. Gravestones on the lawn. Spider webs hanging from the porch railings. One year there was even a dressed skeleton lounging on the porch swing, holding a dried up bouquet of flowers.............waiting.............
Everything shut down at 9:00. Garage closed up, porch lights turned off and our kids inside eating pizza and chattering about what kinds of candy they got. Even with a relatively dark house the front doorbell would ring and one of us would answer it to find older kids, not in costume looking for handouts. That's where having a LARGE dog at your side, was handy.
Now, we live out in the country and the children do not wander the roads or up long driveways to Trick or Treat. We don't decorate for Halloween anymore.
Perhaps that will change as Riley gets older.
I think I will bake some gingersnaps and heat up some apple cider tomorrow night,
just for old times' sake. Besides it makes the house smell so good.
Enjoy your weekend, create something and don't eat too much candy. :)Bea