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Halloween Week

Last week, I had lunch with a friend I haven't seen in a long time, and we talked about being nostalgic for Halloween. We miss helping our kids make their costumes (or making them all by ourselves) and trick-or-treating with them. We miss carving pumpkins and making a big mess, although some years my kids painted their pumpkins instead of carving them.

The most memorable Halloween in this neighbor, for me at least, was the year a big truck ran off the road and brought down a power line about half a mile from here. The entire neighborhood lost electricity late afternoon, and we remained in the dark until 9:00 or 10:00 that night.

Some of us set up lanterns and flashlights so visiting kids could find our front doors, and some people opened the trunks of their cars and let the car lights light the way to the candy, and some set up candlelit candy tables in their driveways. We took the kids door to door in groups so all their little flashlights worked like one big one. It was like a big block party.

After we made the rounds, we came back home, lit a fire in the fireplace, and sorted the candy. When the electricty came back on, we kept the lights off for a while and sat in front of the fire with hot chocolate and sat in the glow of the entire evening.

In honor of that Halloween and the fact my kids have outgrown the tradition, here is today's editorial.

Comments

All sounds a lot of fun. When I was small, Halloween wasn't really celebrated or marked, shall we say, in the UK. Moreso was Fireworks' Night, or Guy Fawkes Night on Nov 5. We would make a guy, a figure out of old clothes stuffed into the shape of a man and some would go round the streets with this thing on a pram or such, asking "penny for the guy?" to get money to buy fireworks! Not allowed now. The guy would then be put at the top of the fire and be burnt. You rarely see guys at the top of fires now on Nov 5 but the bonfires and fireworks are still popular. I'm not sure why we didn't do Halloween. It was very much an American thing which has seeped into our country now and we have little children knocking on our door for sweets etc. Yes, they dress up too and when mine were small I used to paint their faces with ghoulish things and fake blood etc. lol.......
MmeBenaut said…
Does sound lovely Robyn. That must have been an exciting night for the children ... really scary!

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