Saturday, October 31, 2009

Halloween Memories


This is an excerpt from my new book , a humorous memoir titled A Dead Tomato Plant and a Paycheck. One of these days I might even finish it and find a publisher for it.


Halloween is not like it used to be. With concerns over Politically Correct costumes, candy that has been tampered with, and "who is that stranger driving slowly down the street", Halloween has lost some of the charm of my childhood. But it is still an event of magic and excitement and an opportunity for pure unadulterated fun.

It is also one of the times I miss my kids the most.

We always took the holiday very seriously when the kids were young, spending weeks on costume preparations and decorating. "Carving The Pumpkin" was a family affair that took an entire evening and even dinner was suspended for preparations for Trick or Treating.

The year the twins were two, we thought it would be the perfect time for them to be totally swept up in the Halloween experience. The older kids were even willing to pare back their expectations of the most awesome costume so we could concentrate on the twins. We could all share vicariously in their excitement when we took to the streets.

Paul, being a generally easy-going kid, allowed us to dress him up in the cat costume that had originally been made for Anjanette ten years prior. Since it was yellow, he didn't seem to care that it had belonged to a girl first. He even sat quietly while we painted whiskers on his cheeks.

Danielle, however, had a hard time getting into the swing of things. She didn't want to put on her clown costume and balked at my attempts to put make-up on her face. She didn't want to go Trick or Treating and she didn't want to carry that brown paper bag. But after I forced her into the costume, smeared her face, and shoved her out the door with her bag she finally resigned herself to the indignity of it all.

After about a half- hour, Danielle had a complete change of heart. This was pretty cool, going up to a house and having someone toss a candy bar into her bag. And she didn't have to do anything except say "thank you."

Another hour later, Paul's energy level was so low it dragged on the sidewalk along with the tail from his costume. Since both kids had bags that weighed more than they did, I thought it was the perfect time to go home. The older kids agreed; they were eager to go off with their friends. Paul agreed because he agreed to most anything those days. The only dissenter was Danielle. How could she pass up this mother-lode of candy?

I finally got her home, after enduring stares from neighbors whose expressions asked what terrible thing was I doing to this poor hapless child, who was screaming louder than the ghost sound effects on the corner.

After a bath and a solemn ritual of exacting promises from the other kids that they wouldn't touch her bag of candy, Danielle was in bed. I collapsed on the couch for a five-minute break before tackling the clean-up in the bathroom.

Then I heard the soft shuffle of footsteps coming down the hall. I opened my eyes to see Danielle with an eager smile. "Can we do this again tomorrow?

What I wouldn't give to hear her say that again this year.

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What special memories does Halloween bring for you?

5 comments:

Unknown said...

Paper bag? We were so poor we had to use pillow cases. *lol*

Maryannwrites said...

When I was a kid we used pillow cases. When my kids were young, a local store had paper bags for groceries that had pumpkins on them. The kids liked using those for Trick and Treating.

Helen Ginger said...

Oh, your last line hooked my heart.

I miss having the kids as young babes. But am glad they're adults.

Helen
Straight From Hel

Laura Eno said...

I'll agree to that ambivalent statement of Helen's. :) When I was a kid it was safe enough to go into the neighbors' houses, or eat their homemade treats. Sad that it isn't that way anymore. I never grew out of halloween, only got tall enough that I got dirty looks for still trying to trick-or-treat. Now I just sit home and eat the candy right out of the bag.

Maryannwrites said...

LOL, Laura. That's one way to get your Halloween candy. And I can relate to getting funny looks when I went out with my pillow case and I was over five feet tall. :-)

Helen, that last line hooked my heart, too. :-)