Halloween Certainly Has Changed
Way back in the days when vampires used to be scary instead of sexy....
Halloween was a different beast.
In elementary school, we would get dressed up in our costumes and march around the different classrooms in the Halloween parade. We scarfed down orange frosted cupcakes and candy right in the middle of the school day. Man, that was really living!
Going Trick or Treatin' back in the day was also very different than today. It was an art form.
I lived smack dab in the middle of suburbia. Our house was situated within a continual maze of friendly streets and adjoining neighborhoods. We would carefully map out the best route for the most possible coverage. This of course would insure that we would come home with a giant sack of Halloween goodness. We would travel which seemed like miles away from our house to accomplish this.
Every year we made it a point to visit the trick or treatin' hot spots. Like the lady who always came to the door with a bowl of nickles. She used to let us grab as many as we can with one try. For some reason I can't see that happening today, nor would kids think that it would be much of big deal to get nickles. Well, quarters maybe. *snicker*
I remember dressing up as a gypsy EVERY single year and wearing the same skirt which was passed down from my two older sisters. The costume was topped off with a kerchief on my head worn sideways, a single gold earring sewn to the kerchief and two circles of rouge on my face. (not very PC back in those days)
Every year my mother would add a few extra buttons and bells to the skirt so it would jingle when I walked ran from house to house. It really didn't matter what my costume looked like, since my mother ALWAYS made me wear my coat over it. Of course this annoyed me to no end and sweat would always pour down my face from wearing too many clothes.
I remember one year my mother actually broke down and bought me a costume, after caving in to my sad puppy dog eyes. We were never allowed to bug my parents for things, and I always cringed when my father would say "well..we'll see". That used to drive me totally nuts.
At the department store I picked out my favorite costume out of the stack of boxes on the table, and my mother gave me the very serious "ARE YOU SURE?"
I nodded my head yes like a bobble head doll. Needless to say, I was beside myself with joy.
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