It was time to take the basket of candy to the front porch, just before the sun set. An angry Carolina Wren had a screaming fit in a nearby Crepe Myrtle, reminding me it was bedtime! If you have been reading here for a while, you’ll understand how delighted I am to have a little Wren visiting.
For two hours, I sat on the bottom step and had fewer visitors than ever before. With Dads as escorts, sweet kids arrived in groups, or alone. A few parents arrived that made me laugh or wince in wonder as one Dad wore a grass skirt and coconuts on his breasts. Yep. There were the screamer kids… “Trick or Treat!” that pierced my eardrums, there were greedy little kids who dipped into my basket with those cute little dimpled knuckles to grab handfuls of their favorite candy (not without a lesson in manners from me), there were teen-aged kids wearing pathetic costumes who belonged at home giving candy or at a party instead, and there were children I wanted to hug, too.
During the quiet times, I leaned against the porch rail and remembered my own childhood Halloweens in the city. We wore homemade costumes often that were indescribably weird and we carried large paper bags, unlike the sparkly lighted pumpkins I saw last night. We didn’t wear lighted shoes or fake hair, nor did we have those grotesque masks. We made up our own faces with old make-up found in Mom's bedroom. My parents couldn’t afford store-bought costumes every year and I remember the year I collected treats dressed as a cocoon. My brother wore a store-bought “Casper the Friendly Ghost” costume once and I have a photo of him somewhere… At 6pm, our parents opened the starting gate and said, “Go! Be home by 8:30!” And we were home on time with loads of sugary treats from two hundred city rowhomes. We didn’t have adult escorts but our loot was examined closely that night for life threatening treats like razor blades in apples. Can you imagine setting your kids free on Halloween night without cell phones?
Are you ready for the haunted house, guys?
Have a good night! See ya later…
Good luck in soccer tomorrow…
Quietly, I replied to all I don’t know, “Yes, have a good night…”.
Halloweens past I missed last night, but I’m glad to have lots of leftover candy and that Carolina Wren tail feather in view.
a return Visit
7 years ago