Posted 28 October 2007 - 09:44 PM
I also remember the way those hard masks would "sweat" inside as you breathed against whatever tiny, ill-placed ventilation holes they offered! I went as Scooby Doo one year and nearly passed out. "Zoinks!"
In my neighborhood, there were three houses I'll never forget. One belonged to a Tulsa area hypnotist who changed all his outdoor bulbs to creepy black light and would sloooooowwwly open the door with a creak and give you the "evil eye" as he handed you a "magic wooden token" that was basically just an advertisement for his show at some local night club. But honestly, you were just so happy to have survived the ordeal without being hypnotized into believing you were a chicken-- it really didn't matter. The second house belonged to a joyless dentist-- who not only lectured each kid on the ravages of sugar-induced tooth decay, but also handed out a toothbrush and some newfangled thing called floss to every last one of us. I remember using the floss one year to tie up all my sister's Barbies. And finally, there was the one old woman at the end of the culdesac who spent god-knows-how-long-and-how-much making literally HUNDREDS of carmel and candied apples-- and this long before you could even buy any ready-made kinds in the store. She would have them set up in the foyer of her home-- which smelled like heaven-- and then invite you in to choose whichever one you wanted. That's right-- just to recap-- a STRANGE WOMAN would invite you INTO HER HOME and offer you an UNWRAPPED, UNSANTIZED piece of FRUIT that she'd HAND-DIPPED into UNKNOWN SWEET, STICKY SUBSTANCES. Never thought twice about it. And lemme tell ya, every year we never failed to "save the best for last" making a final treasured stop by her house before heading home. Then one year, the old lady finally died-- and maybe her passing simply coincided with that inevitable point when every kid starts to feel too old for trick or treating-- but for me, Halloween was never the same again.
I can only hope my kids enjoy it half as much as I did.
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Yours Truly - circa 1977, when I finally outgrew the store-bought costumes and spent hours in the bathroom with crepe hair and a bottle of spirit gum to transform myself into Pre-Teen Wolf! I even stuck it on my chest-- and man, did that itch! Aaaaoooooooowwwwwwwwwwww!!!