Boo that’s sweet

2009 October 31
by Stace

Okey-dokey. It’s Halloween, so you know what that means. Time for me to write another post about another holiday which I not only know nothing about, but which I also have no desire to learn about. I am, of course, willing to ramble. And aren’t all our lives just a bit better because of it?

Pretty, but not so tasty

Pretty, but not so tasty

The important thing about Halloween isn’t where it came from, or if it draws Satan into our realm, or if it makes Daffy Duck cry in frustration because he couldn’t get a Bugs Bunny costume. The important thing is that it’s the holiday where you get shitloads of candy. Or at least, you used to — back when I was a kid. I don’t know what children do these days. Eat a piece of fruit and watch a video in which other kids dress up and go trick-or-treating?

My best memory of Halloween is that one house out of the dozens and dozens I visited every year, handed out full-sized candy bars. I’m not kidding. They gave all the kids a regular-sized Hershey’s bar.

I thought those people must have been the richest, kindest, loveliest human beings ever created. They were like from some alternative reality, sent specially to us on Halloween to give us reason to believe in a world where we, too, could be rich and powerful in the ways of chocolate bars.

Now this is what I'm talkin' about

Now this is what I'm talkin' about

I fully expect this to disgust my mother. Can’t blame her. I mean, some family gives me a chocolate bar and that’s my best memory? WTF? My mother used to slave over my costumes every year. She made them herself, and she was damned good. I remember one bunny costume that was so awesome, I’m surprised it didn’t lead to her starting a costume business.

But like I said before, this holiday was all about the candy. Sorry, Mom. Thanks for the costumes, though. For what it’s worth, I used to feel badly for the poor children who went trick-or-treating shrouded in old, stained bedsheets, peering out through drunkenly-cut, raw-edged eye holes, calling out their pathetic little “Boos!” and “I’m a ghost!” Surely that’s some consolation.

I don’t think those kids, themselves, felt all that badly about their slapdash costumes, though. They were in it for the candy, too. And they most assuredly knew where the Hershey’s bar house was located.

14 Responses
  1. 2009 October 31

    It’s halloween night and all I can think of is that I hope one of my kids gets a Mallow cup….or 50.

    Your candy corn looks yummy!

    • 2009 November 1

      It does look yummy, I must say. Too bad it’s so icky. ;-)

  2. 2009 October 31

    We always had great costumes too and we got greeeat candy – mostly because we went trick-or-treating in my cousin’s neighborhood. We lived in the country, with only one neighbor but they lived in a “development’!! With HUNDREDS of houses. Just going around their blog gave us bags full of candy, which we all organized when we got back; sitting on my Aunt’s living room floor.

    As for what kids do today. It’s pitiful, I think. Going to the local rec center for a Halloween “party” where they have to walk around in circles and pretend to be really trick-or-treating. The watching a video part was funny…I should share that with my sister-in-law. She wouldn’t let me nephew be a Hobo beacuse it’s not “politically correct”.

    WTF is that?? I mean, if you’re worried about someone taking offense, then I guess you should cut out all the clown, pirate, vampire, ballerina, witch and hooker costumes. OK, so maybe not the hookers…they probably wouldn’t be offended at all. :)

    • 2009 November 1

      Can’t be a hobo? I don’t get it. How is that not politically correct? Man, am I way behind on what’s PC and what isn’t. I’d think the hobos would be pleased that little children want to dress up like them. Hedon, when she was kid, wanted to grow up to be a hobo. And I guess she kind of did. Ha!

      • 2009 November 1

        Man, I really did want to be a Hobo! I remember in eighth grade we had to write five page papers on what our future careers would be and why we chose that profession. I was outraged that I wasn’t allowed to write my paper on being a Hobo. I thought that would be the best job in the world.

        I mean you got to wear old raggety clothes, bathe in the river once in a while, eat canned beans that you cooked over a camp fire and weeds you picked in the woods, play a harmonica, see the country, ride in train box cars, smoke the butts of cigars you found laying around, and nobody ever told you what to do.

        What’s not to love?

  3. 2009 November 1
    Kate permalink

    OMG…THE HAGS ARE IN MY HOMETOWN!!

    I should of had y’all over for dinner, eh? Since I so vicariously follow your lives…or does that make me just a stalker? Yikes!

    Anyhoo…only 3 little trick or treaters and I live right ina town…a crisis I tell ya, a national crisis. Now that’s something we all should be really worried about.

    • 2009 November 1

      LOL. The only way that’d make you a stalker is if you followed us to Philadelphia, which is where we were by this morning. And we’ll be back in Chicago by tomorrow morning, only to head right back out again. God, I’m sick of having to run a lot of miles. I think we’re the only truck drivers in America wishing freight volumes would fall again.

      Only three trick or treaters, huh? That’s too bad. I understand the parents’ concerns. But still … it’s too bad. A piece of Americana lost.

  4. 2009 November 1
    Chaos permalink

    So we went trick or treating. … woo..hoo…. It didn’t go very well. We only got to go to like 6 houses, because almost nobody was handing out candy. Grrr. Whats wrong with people, not handing out candy on Halloween?? I felt so bad for kiddo that I think I’m gonna go buy her a bag of candy, just so she will have some. *sigh* I just can’t believe that almost no one was interested in Halloween. : (

    • 2009 November 1

      Wow! Seriously? That sucks. What did the LittleOne dress up as? I hope you got pictures.

      Remember how every year I bought a couple of bags of candy “just in case” we had a bunch of kids come to the house?

      And your Aunt Stacey always said, “You know we won’t have any kids come to the house why did you buy so much candy?”

      And I always said, “This year we might get a bunch.”

      And we didn’t.

      And then we ate the candy ourselves.

      And Stace just rolled her eyes and sighed.

      Good times. :)

  5. 2009 November 1
    Chaos permalink

    She dressed up as G. I Jane. She was too cute!!! and yes i do remember you always buying candy because we “might” get trick-or-treaters. The funniest part to me was that most years we weren’t even at home when kids might have shown up because we were out getting candy, anyway. You are very silly sometimes.

  6. 2009 November 1
    limericc permalink

    Any pics of Maggie in costume? Such a cutie!!

    • 2009 November 3

      Ha. That just gave me the image of Maggie trotting up to a door, banging on it with her paw, then barking for a Milk Bone. I guess if she didn’t get a treat, she could poop on their lawn.

  7. 2009 November 1

    Great post…..I remember as a kid trudging in snow over my knee’s in the freezing night in a very very thin pirate costume with bounty bag to get some candy……OMG…..that was so great….this year, I won’t say how many years have pasted since I was that little pirate, lol…..I stayed at home and made “GLUG”….OMG…..that was so great.

    • 2009 November 3

      Snow at Halloween. Man, I would have hated that. My mom would have made me wear a coat over my costume, and that would have been tragic. :-)

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